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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? The sign says ‘Happy 5th Birthday, Timmy’ but I don’t see any balloons." Bill squinted at the clipboard. "That’s because we’re early. The party starts in twenty minutes. Perfect timing—kids’ll be too busy screaming at the piñata to notice us." "Screaming at the piñata? Bill, they’re five. They’ll be screaming at everything." Molly tugged at her fake beard. "Also, this itches. Why do we have to dress like elves?" "Because, Molly, we’re blending in. You ever seen a kids’ party without a couple of suspicious-looking elves lurking in the corner?" Bill adjusted his green tights. "Besides, the parents’ll just assume we’re part of the entertainment." Molly groaned. "I hate tights. And I hate kids. And I *really* hate the idea of getting caught because some toddler points at us and yells, ‘That elf stole my My Little Pony!’" Bill waved a hand. "Relax. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut. You take the presents, I’ll handle the distraction." "What’s the distraction?" Bill grinned. "I’m gonna set off the fire alarm." Molly’s eyes widened. "You’re gonna *what*?" "Think about it—chaos, parents running around, kids crying. Perfect cover." "And the fire department showing up? And the cops?" Bill shrugged. "Details. We’ll be long gone by then." Molly rubbed her temples. "You realize we’re stealing from *children*, right? Like, actual tiny humans who believe in magic and rainbows and—" "And who also have the newest iPads and limited-edition LEGO sets," Bill interrupted. "Look, Molly, morality’s a luxury we can’t afford. Besides, Timmy’s rich. He’s got, like, *dozens* of presents." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to listen to one more rendition of ‘Baby Shark,’ I’m taking you down with me." Bill clapped her on the back. "That’s the spirit. Now, remember—once we’re inside, you go straight for the gift table. I’ll pull the alarm, you grab the loot, and we meet at the van." Molly adjusted her gloves. "And if someone stops us?" Bill pulled out a lollipop. "Then we bribe them. Kids love candy. Parents love not dealing with tantrums." Molly stared at the lollipop. "You’re a genius." Bill popped it into his mouth. "I know. Now let’s go make some dreams come true—*our* dreams."