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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, scratching his chin. "You sure this is the right house?" he whispered. Molly rolled her eyes. "Third birthday party this week. The sign says ‘Happy 6th, Timmy!’" Bill squinted. "Could be a trap." Molly sighed. "It’s a kid’s party, Bill. The only trap is the cake." She nodded toward the gifts. "We hit fast, blend in as parents, and vanish before the clown arrives." Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses. "What if someone asks why we’re not eating?" Molly grinned. "We’re on a diet." A child’s laughter echoed from the house. Bill swallowed. "I don’t like kids." Molly patted his shoulder. "Good. They don’t like thieves either." The back door creaked open, and a woman stepped out, balancing a tray of cupcakes. Molly nudged Bill. "Now." They straightened their disguises and strolled toward the party, blending into the chaos like two more over-caffeinated adults.