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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. "You sure this is the right house?" Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Three inflatable reindeer, a pony, and a sign that says 'No Parents Allowed.' Yeah, this is the one." "Kids are terrifying," Molly muttered, tugging her gloves tighter. "Last time, one cried and I dropped the loot." Bill grinned. "That’s why I brought the distraction." He pulled a kazoo from his pocket. Molly groaned. "You’re gonna kazoo our way in?" "Works every time. Kids love a good kazoo solo." He took a deep breath and blew a wobbly tune. From inside, a child shrieked, "MOM! THERE’S A CLOWN!" Molly facepalmed. "You’re not a clown." Bill shrugged. "Details." He nodded at the back door. "Now’s our chance." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the kazoo." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now grab the presents and run like we’re late for a very important date." Molly rolled her eyes but followed him toward the door. "This is the dumbest heist yet." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "Nah. It’s the most festive."