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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bells sewn into the brim tinkling softly. "You sure this is the right house? Last time we hit a kid’s party, we ended up with a trunk full of diapers." Bill squinted at the balloon archway. "Positive. The invite said ‘No parents allowed.’ Perfect cover." "Unless the parents are hiding in the cake." "Then we’ll take the cake too." Bill tugged at his fake beard. "You got the distraction?" Molly held up a whoopee cushion. "Classic. I’ll set it on the host’s chair. Chaos ensues." "And I’ll swap the presents with these." He patted a sack of bricks. "Bricks? Really?" "Kids won’t know the difference until Christmas morning." Molly sighed. "We’re terrible people." Bill grinned. "The best kind." He nodded toward the window. "You go in first. If anyone asks, you’re the magician." "I don’t know any magic." "Then be the clown." Molly groaned. "I hate clowns." "Too late." Bill shoved her forward. "Showtime."