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Molly adjusted her Santa hat in the dim glow of the alleyway. The sound of children’s laughter and party music drifted from the house across the street. "Alright, Bill, you sure this is the right place?" she whispered, eyeing the inflatable bouncy castle in the backyard. "Positive. The invite said ‘Bring Your Own Present.’ That’s code for ‘Free Loot for the Taking.’" Molly squinted. "Or it means the parents are cheap and want the kids to bring their own gifts." Bill waved a hand. "Nah, rich neighborhood. These kids get iPads for participation trophies. Trust me, the haul’s in there." She sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling the cops you forced me into this." "Fair. But if we don’t get caught, you’re buying the first round." "Deal. Now, how we getting in?" Bill grinned. "Front door. We’re the entertainment." Molly blinked. "We’re what?" "Clowns. I got the costumes in the van." "You expect me to wear a clown suit?" "Better than a prison jumpsuit. Besides, no one suspects a clown. We blend right in, grab the presents, and vanish before the cake’s cut." Molly groaned. "I hate clowns." "Then be the magician. I’ll be the clown." "Fine. But if a kid asks for a balloon animal, you’re on your own." Bill clapped his hands. "Step one: distract the adults. You work the room, I’ll case the gift table." Molly nodded. "And the exit?" "Backyard. There’s a fence with a loose panel. We slip out, load the van, and drive off like we own the place." "Simple. Too simple." Bill shrugged. "Best plans usually are. Unless you’d rather go in guns blazing?" Molly shot him a look. "Don’t be stupid. Last time we did that, we got chased by a golden retriever." "Low point in my career," Bill admitted. "But this? This is classy. Stealthy. Elegant." Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "Elegant? We’re dressed like a bad carnival act." "Exactly. No one looks twice at a bad carnival act." A car door slammed nearby. They both ducked. "Showtime," Bill whispered. "Remember, smile big, move slow, and for the love of all things holy, don’t drop the presents." Molly took a deep breath. "If we get caught, I’m blaming you." "Wouldn’t have it any other way." They stepped out of the shadows, their oversized shoes squeaking as they approached the front door. The music grew louder. Somewhere inside, a child shrieked with joy. Bill adjusted his red nose. "Ready?" Molly sighed. "As I’ll ever be." "Then let’s go steal Christmas."