"I can't believe we're doing this," Bill muttered, adjusting his fake mustache in the side mirror of their beat-up van. "Stealing from kids feels wrong." Molly rolled her eyes while checking the battery on her walkie-talkie. "They're rich kids, Bill. Did you see the address? Besides, that bounce house out front probably cost more than our entire operation." "Still, it's little Timothy's sixth birthday." "Timothy's getting a pony tomorrow. An actual pony. I think he'll survive without a few presents." The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the suburban street as they watched another group of parents drop off their gift-bearing children at the mansion-like house. "Look at that," Molly whispered, pointing to a mountain of wrapped presents accumulating near the garden entrance. "Must be fifty gifts there already. We time this right, we can fence them and make rent for the next six months." Bill nervously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "What's the plan again?" "Simple. You go in through the back posing as the magician. I already called and told them the real one got food poisoning. While you're doing your dollar store tricks, I'll sneak the presents out through the side gate." "I don't know any magic." "Just pull quarters from behind their ears or something. Rich people eat that stuff up. They think it's charming." A catering van pulled up, and three people in uniforms started unloading trays of food. "Those mini hot dogs smell amazing," Bill said, his stomach growling. "Focus, Bill. Remember the signal - when I've got the goods loaded, I'll text you a cake emoji. Then you fake an emergency call and get out of there." "What kind of emergency?" "I don't care. Say your cat's in labor." "I don't have a cat." "They don't know that!" Molly snapped, reaching into the back seat for her catering uniform disguise. "Just make something up. You're supposed to be a magician - use your imagination." Bill adjusted his bow tie. "What if one of the kids starts crying when their present goes missing?" "That's why we're taking all of them. They'll think it's some kind of mix-up. By the time they figure it out, we'll be three towns over selling Xbox Series X's to college students." "I still think this is low, even for us." "Lower than the time we stole all the teeth from the tooth fairy collection box at the dentist's office?" "That was different. Insurance covered it." Molly finished buttoning up her stolen catering jacket. "Okay, showtime. Remember - you're the Amazing William, master of mystery and wonder. I'm just a humble server named Beth who really needs to use the bathroom every fifteen minutes." "The Amazing William? Couldn't I be the Magnificent Malcolm instead?" "No, because you'll forget to answer to Malcolm. Now get your cheap magic kit and let's go make some children cry." Bill sighed, reaching for his dollar store prop bag. "At least tell me we can stop for pizza after this." "Fine. But you're buying. Now move it before they hire a real magician."