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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim tinkling ominously. The party raged beyond the hedges, a symphony of shrieking children and off-key renditions of "Jingle Bells." She nudged Bill, who was currently stuffing his cheeks with stolen cupcakes like a chipmunk preparing for hibernation. "You’re gonna ruin the element of surprise if you look like a pastry piñata," Molly muttered. Bill swallowed hard. "Surprise is overrated. Fear is the real deterrent." A clown on a unicycle wobbled past, juggling glitter bombs. Molly sighed. "We go in at the cake. That’s when the kids swarm like seagulls at a fry dump." Bill wiped frosting from his chin. "And the parents?" "Distracted by the chaos. Classic misdirection." "Or we could just ask for the presents. Kids share, right?" Molly glared. "You’re the worst criminal I’ve ever met." Bill grinned, crumbs clinging to his stubble. "And yet, here you are, partner in crime." The clown crashed into a balloon arch. The kids cheered. Molly adjusted her gloves. "Time to earn our milk and cookies."