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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly. The party raged beyond the hedges, a symphony of shrieking children and off-key renditions of "Jingle Bells." She nudged Bill, who was busy stuffing his cheeks with stolen cupcakes. "Focus," she hissed. "The presents are under the tree, not in your mouth." Bill swallowed. "But the frosting’s got sprinkles. Sprinkles, Molly." She rolled her eyes. "We’ve got three minutes before the piñata distracts them. You take the left flank, I’ll go right. And for God’s sake, don’t trip over a toddler." Bill wiped his fingers on his elf costume. "What if one grabs my leg?" "Kick them. Gently." A balloon popped in the distance. Molly crouched, scanning the chaos. "Now." They moved like shadows, weaving past a kid dressed as a dinosaur and a mother oblivious to the larceny unfolding. Bill paused, eyeing a particularly large gift box. "Think it’s a bike?" Molly yanked him forward. "Does it matter? It’s not yours." Yet.