“So, a children’s party,” Molly said, swirling her lukewarm coffee. “Really, Bill? Not exactly a high-stakes museum job, is it?” Bill, a man whose fashion sense hadn’t evolved since the invention of the fanny pack, consulted a crudely drawn map on a napkin. “The intel confirms it, Mol. The Witherbottoms. Their kid’s turning five. And their relatives? Loaded. We’re talking diamond-encrusted pacifiers and miniature solid gold ponies.” “And our cover? We’re going to be… clowns?” Molly shivered. “I draw the line at face paint that stains.” “Better. We’re the entertainment. Magic show. I’m The Great Bill-zini, you’re my glamorous assistant, Mystica.” Bill puffed out his chest. “Picture it! I distract with a disappearing rabbit, you… liberate the loot.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “A disappearing rabbit, Bill? Seriously? Last time your rabbit disappeared, it ended up in the neighbor’s greenhouse, nibbling their prize-winning petunias.” “It’s a new rabbit! And this time, it’s a distraction, not a dinner guest.” He tapped the napkin emphatically. “The presents are in the ‘gift receiving zone.’ We just need to… make them disappear too.” “Right. Because a five-year-old noticing their new drone missing isn’t going to cause a massive scene.” “Relax, Mol. They’ll be too busy eating cake and watching my spectacular sleight of hand. Besides, who’s going to suspect The Great Bill-zini of grand larceny?”