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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell dangling precariously. The party raged beyond the hedge, a symphony of shrieks and sugar-fueled chaos. She nudged Bill, who was busy counting the windows like a man calculating his last meal. "Too many balloons," he muttered. "Balloons are just floating alarms," Molly said. Bill squinted at the bouncy castle. "And that thing’s a deathtrap." "Only if you’re sober." She tossed him a lollipop. "Suck on this. Blend in." He peeled the wrapper with the gravity of a safecracker. "We’re really doing this?" "Kids don’t need that many toys." A clown honked in the distance. Bill flinched. "I hate clowns." "Then don’t look at them." Molly checked her watch. "Five minutes till cake. That’s our window." Bill sighed. "We’re the worst." "The best," she corrected, "at being the worst." The fence creaked as they crouched. Somewhere, a child screamed about a missing pony. Molly grinned. "Let’s ruin Christmas."