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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim clinking softly as she crouched behind a bush. The backyard was a riot of color—balloons, streamers, and a towering pile of presents under a sagging piñata. Bill fidgeted beside her, his reindeer antlers askew. "Too many kids," Bill muttered, counting the giggling horde. "Distraction," Molly whispered, pulling a kazoo from her pocket. "You cause a ruckus, I grab the loot." Bill groaned. "I hate kazoos." "Then use your charm." He sighed, straightening his antlers. "Fine. But if I have to sing 'Baby Shark,' I’m taking a bigger cut." Molly smirked. "Deal." A child shrieked as the piñata burst, sending candy raining down. Chaos erupted. Bill lunged into the fray, bellowing a terrible rendition of "Happy Birthday." Molly darted toward the presents, her sack already gaping wide. Halfway there, a toddler tugged her sleeve. "Lady, your beard’s crooked." Molly froze. Bill’s singing grew louder, more desperate. She yanked the beard off and kept moving. The presents were almost within reach.