“Molly, you got the map?” “Right here, Bill. See this? The unicorn piñata? That’s our entry.” “You sure you want to climb inside a piñata?” “Do you want to dodge ten six-year-olds dressed as Spider-Man?” “Fair. So after the unicorn?” “We crawl out behind the cake table, grab the goodie bags, then the presents, then out the back window.” “Wait. The clown is stationed by the window.” “I’m not afraid of clowns.” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “Fine. We use the doggy door.” “You got stuck last time.” “I was wearing a tutu! I’m in black this time.” “Alright, so we ninja-roll through the doggy door. What if the dog’s home?” “We feed it the leftover meatballs from the buffet.” “Smart. Now, the presents. How do we not get trampled?” “Distraction. You pretend you’re the magician.” “I don’t know any magic.” “You just need to shout ‘Watch closely!’ and make things vanish.” “Like what?” “Like the pile of presents, if you’re fast enough.” “You believe in me too much, Molly.” “I believe in expensive wrapping paper. Let’s go steal some.” “You bring the rope?” “Bill, always.”