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"Okay, Bill, go over it one more time," Molly whispered, tapping the blueprint of the Pembroke house. "Who's guarding the presents?" "Nobody. Just a clown named Sparkles," Bill said. "He's got a bow tie and a fake nose." "A clown? Bill, clowns are the most dangerous people alive. Their smiles are painted on." "He's seven feet tall and wears no shoes, Molly." "That's a warning sign!" "Fine. We'll go in through the chimney," Bill said. "Santa's suit is in the van. Put it on." "I'm not wearing a red suit with a fake beard, Bill. I look ridiculous." "You'll blend in. Nobody expects a tiny elf thief." "Elf? You said Santa!" "Santa's busy. We're the elves now." "And what's the plan once we're inside?" "We grab the presents, load them into the sack, and vanish before the cake comes out." "What if a kid wakes up?" "Then we tell them the tooth fairy sent us, and they'll hand over their own birthday loot." "Bill, that's the worst plan I've ever heard." "Thanks. I've been working on it all week."