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The dim glow of a streetlamp flickered as Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the fake beard itching her chin. Bill fiddled with a pair of bolt cutters, his brow furrowed. "Remind me again why we’re robbing a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill muttered, snapping the cutters shut for emphasis. Molly rolled her eyes. "Because, genius, kids get the good stuff. iPads, gaming consoles, the latest sneakers. Adults just get socks and gift cards." Bill scratched his head. "Yeah, but won’t the parents notice?" "Not if we’re quick. And besides, who suspects a couple of Santa’s helpers?" She gestured to their matching red suits. Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, the plan: we go in through the back door, grab the presents, and slip out before the cake’s even cut." Bill nodded, though his hands trembled slightly. "And if there’s a dog?" Molly patted her pocket. "I brought treats. And a tranquilizer dart, just in case." Bill paled. "You’re terrifying." The back door creaked open, and the sound of children’s laughter spilled out. Molly peeked inside, her eyes scanning the room. The presents were piled under a glittering tree, untouched. "Jackpot," she whispered. Bill gulped. "What if a kid sees us?" Molly grabbed a sack and started stuffing it with gifts. "Then we tell them we’re Santa’s *very* early elves." Bill hesitated, then grabbed a box labeled "Lego Death Star." "This is the most ethical heist we’ve ever pulled." Molly snorted. "Says the guy who once stole a nun’s bicycle." A child’s voice piped up from behind them. "Hey, why are you taking our presents?" Molly spun around, her Santa hat askew. Bill froze, the Lego box clutched to his chest. "Uh," Bill stammered. Molly forced a smile. "We’re just… testing them for quality control!" The kid squinted. "Santa doesn’t do that." Molly’s grin didn’t waver. "Well, *this* Santa does. Now, how about you go find some more cake?" The kid shrugged and wandered off. Bill exhaled. "That was too close." Molly adjusted her hat. "Relax. Kids believe anything." They worked quickly, filling their sacks. Just as they turned to leave, a tiny hand yanked on Molly’s sleeve. "Can I have a pony?" the kid asked. Molly blinked. "What?" Bill groaned. "We’re doomed."