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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell on the tip tinkling ominously. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The sign says ‘No Adults Allowed Unless Accompanied by a Child.’" Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Relax. We’ll just say we’re the entertainment. Kids love clowns." "You’re not a clown." "I’ve got a red nose." He pulled a squashed rubber nose from his pocket and stuck it on. "See? Instant clown. And you’ve got the hat. We’re basically a circus." Molly sighed. "We’re basically a disaster. What’s the plan again?" "Simple. We waltz in, grab the presents, waltz out. Kids are too busy eating cake to notice." "And the parents?" "Distracted by the chaos. Ever seen a room full of sugar-high five-year-olds? It’s like a warzone. We’ll blend right in." Molly chewed her lip. "What if someone asks why we’re taking the gifts?" Bill grinned. "We tell ‘em we’re the gift inspectors. Quality control." "That’s the worst lie I’ve ever heard." "Better than yours. Remember the ‘we’re the dog walkers’ bit at the jewelry store?" "Hey, that worked!" "Because the dog bit the guard." Molly groaned. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming the clown nose." Bill adjusted his nose. "Deal. Now, how do we get past the bouncy castle?" Molly peeked around the corner. "We go through it. Kids are bouncing, we crawl under. Easy." "And if we get bounced on?" "Then we die heroic thieves’ deaths. Preferable to prison." Bill nodded. "Fair. Alright, on three. One… two…" A child’s scream cut him off. They both froze as a tiny boy in a dinosaur costume sprinted past, arms flailing. "MOM! JASON ATE MY CUPCAKE!" Bill whispered, "That’s our cue. Go." They darted toward the house, Molly’s hat nearly knocked off by a rogue party popper. Inside, the living room was a whirlwind of shrieking children, streamers, and a table groaning under a mountain of wrapped presents. Bill rubbed his hands together. "Jackpot." Molly grabbed a sack from under her coat. "Start loading. Quickly." Bill snatched a box labeled ‘To Tommy’ and stuffed it in the sack. "Think this one’s got the new gaming console?" "Does it matter? We’re stealing it either way." A little girl tugged Bill’s sleeve. "Mister, are you Santa?" Bill panicked. "Uh. No. Santa’s… busy." "Then who are you?" Molly swooped in. "He’s the tooth fairy’s cousin. Very important. Now scram, kid." The girl frowned but wandered off. Bill exhaled. "Close one." Molly zipped the sack. "We’re almost full. One more trip." Bill grabbed the last armful of presents just as the lights flickered. A deep voice boomed, "FREEZE!" They turned. A man in a reindeer onesie stood in the doorway, holding a plate of cookies. "Who the heck are you two?" Bill dropped the presents. "Uh. Gift inspectors?" The man’s eyes narrowed. Molly sighed. "Run."