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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the fake beard itching her chin. "You sure this is the right house? The sign says 'Happy Birthday, Timmy!' but the balloons look deflated." Bill squinted through the bushes. "Deflated or not, that’s a mountain of presents under the tree. And the parents are distracted by the clown. Perfect." "Clowns creep me out," Molly muttered. "But fine. How do we get in?" Bill grinned. "Simple. We pose as the entertainment. You’re the magician, I’m the assistant. Kids love magic." Molly groaned. "I don’t know any magic tricks." "Just wave your hands and say 'abracadabra.' Works every time." "Abracadabra? That’s your plan?" "Better than yours, which was 'walk in and grab stuff.'" Molly sighed. "Fine. But if a kid asks for a trick, I’m blaming you." Bill clapped her on the back. "Relax. Kids are easy. Just smile and nod." They crept to the front door. Molly knocked, and a frazzled woman answered. "Oh, thank goodness! The magician’s here. The kids are getting restless." Molly forced a smile. "Yes, madam. We’re here to dazzle." Bill whispered, "Dazzle? Really?" Molly elbowed him. "Shut up." The woman ushered them inside. The living room was chaos—kids screaming, cake smeared on walls, and a clown juggling poorly. Molly’s eyes locked on the presents. "Jackpot." Bill nudged her. "Focus. We need to distract them first." Molly cleared her throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, prepare to be amazed!" A kid in a dinosaur costume yelled, "Do a trick!" Molly panicked. "Uh… abracadabra!" She pulled a quarter from behind the kid’s ear. The kid gasped. "Wow!" Bill whispered, "See? Easy." Molly rolled her eyes. "Now what?" Bill nodded toward the presents. "Now we start loading up. Slowly." Molly grabbed a gift. "This one’s light. Probably socks." Bill picked up a bigger box. "This feels like a Lego set. Score." A kid tugged Molly’s sleeve. "Can you make my brother disappear?" Molly hesitated. "Uh…" Bill jumped in. "Absolutely! But first, help us with this trick." He handed the kid a small box. "Hold this." The kid took it, and Bill winked at Molly. They started stuffing presents into a large sack. Molly whispered, "This is too easy." Bill grinned. "Told you. Kids are the best marks." Then the clown tripped, sending a tray of cupcakes flying. The room erupted in chaos. Molly grabbed the last present. "Time to go." Bill slung the sack over his shoulder. "After you, magician." They bolted for the door as the clown shouted, "Hey! Those aren’t yours!" Molly didn’t look back. "Run, Bill!" And they vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of confused children and a very angry clown.