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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 Birthday, Timmy!' but the balloons look like they’ve seen better days." Bill squinted at the clipboard. "According to my intel, Timmy’s the kid of some tech CEO. They’re loaded. And today’s the day they’re handing out presents like they’re Oprah." Molly crossed her arms. "So what’s the play? Sneak in through the back? Pose as clowns?" Bill shook his head. "Too obvious. We go in as the entertainment. I got us a gig as the magician and his assistant." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You? A magician? Last time you tried a trick, you set your own sleeve on fire." "That was an accident! And it was a great distraction. The point is, we’ll be in the thick of it. Kids are easy—just wave a shiny object, and they’ll look the other way." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to pull a rabbit out of a hat, I’m using a real rabbit. And I’m not cleaning up after it." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, the presents are under a guarded table. Guarded by what, you ask? A single, very distracted mom who’s been hitting the punch bowl." Molly smirked. "So we just… walk up and take them?" "Not exactly. We need a diversion. Something big. Something loud." Molly snapped her fingers. "I got it. We tell the kids there’s a piñata outside. They’ll stampede, and we’ll have the place to ourselves." Bill nodded. "Perfect. But we need to make it believable. Maybe we ‘accidentally’ knock over the cake first. Chaos is our friend." Molly rubbed her hands together. "I like the way you think. But what if the mom sobers up?" Bill pulled out a small, wrapped box from his pocket. "Then we use this. It’s a fake gift. We ‘find’ it and hand it to her. She’ll be too busy unwrapping to notice us hauling off the real loot." Molly took the box, shaking it. "What’s in it?" Bill shrugged. "A rock. But it’s wrapped real nice." Molly laughed. "You’re a genius, Bill. A terrible, terrible genius." Bill adjusted his bowtie. "That’s why you love me. Now, let’s go make some kids cry." Molly hesitated. "Wait. What if we get caught? What’s our cover?" Bill grinned. "We’re the magicians. We’ll just say the presents disappeared. Like magic." Molly groaned. "You’re the worst." Bill clapped her on the back. "And yet, here you are. Ready?" Molly took a deep breath. "As I’ll ever be. Let’s do this before I change my mind." They crept toward the front door, the sound of children’s laughter growing louder. Bill whispered, "Remember, Molly—no real rabbits." Molly smirked. "No promises."