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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?" Bill squinted at the clipboard. "Says here the Johnson kid’s turning eight. Rich parents, loads of gifts. Perfect." "Perfect until we get caught by a room full of sugar-crazed six-year-olds." Molly nudged him. "What’s the play?" "Simple. We pose as clowns. Kids love clowns." "Kids hate clowns." "Exactly. They’ll be too busy screaming to notice us stuffing presents into our bags." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to wear a red nose, I’m taking the biggest TV they’ve got." Bill grinned. "Deal. You distract the mom, I’ll hit the gift table." "And the cake?" "Bonus. But leave some for the kid. We’re thieves, not monsters." Molly rolled her eyes. "Speak for yourself." She adjusted her oversized bowtie. "Ready?" Bill cracked his knuckles. "Let’s go ruin a childhood."