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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? Last time we hit a kid’s party, we ended up with a trunk full of participation trophies." Bill squinted at the balloon arch over the driveway. "Positive. The invite said ‘No parents allowed.’ That’s basically an engraved invitation for us." "Great, so we’re stealing from orphans now?" Molly sighed, tugging at her fake beard. "What’s the play? Sneak in as caterers?" Bill grinned. "Better. We’re the entertainment. I got us clown costumes." Molly groaned. "I hate clowns." "Then you’ll love this—I’m the funny one." He pulled a rubber chicken from his pocket. "Distraction duty. You grab the loot." She snatched the chicken and hurled it into a bush. "If I see one balloon animal, I’m leaving you here." Bill clapped her on the back. "Relax. Kids love magic tricks. I’ll pull a quarter from their ears while you pull the PlayStations from under the tree." Molly rubbed her temples. "We’re the worst people." "Nah," Bill said, adjusting his oversized bowtie. "We’re just early."