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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly as she crouched behind a bush. The backyard was a riot of color—balloons, streamers, and a mountain of presents under a sagging piñata. Bill fiddled with his fake beard, which kept slipping over one eye. "Still think this is a bad idea," he muttered. Molly rolled her eyes. "We’re invisible in this getup. Kids see Santa, they scream. Adults see Santa, they assume we’re hired help." Bill tugged at his velvet pants. "Or they assume we’re the weird uncles who showed up drunk." A child’s laughter rang out as a clown juggled near the gift table. Molly nudged Bill. "Distraction’s perfect. You go left, I’ll go right. Grab everything that isn’t nailed down." Bill groaned. "What if something *is* nailed down?" "Then you un-nail it." The clown dropped a rubber chicken, and the kids swarmed. Molly grinned. "Now." Bill sighed. "I hate clowns."