Molly pressed her face against the community center window. Inside, twenty screaming children attacked a piñata shaped like a unicorn. "That's a lot of witnesses," Bill whispered. "They're six years old. Who's going to believe them?" Molly pulled out a crumpled invitation from her pocket. "The presents are in the back room. We go in during cake time." "What if someone asks who we are?" "We're the magicians." Bill glanced down at his black turtleneck and cargo pants. "Do we look like magicians?" "Fine. We're the backup magicians. The emergency magicians." Molly checked her watch. "Three minutes until candles. You ready?" "I still think this is our worst idea yet." "Worse than the dog show?" "I had to get rabies shots, Molly." "That was one bite. Stop being dramatic." She straightened her turtleneck. "Besides, we need this. Rent's due and that medieval fair job was a bust." "Maybe we should get real jobs." "And give up on our dreams?" Molly grinned. "Come on. Those presents aren't going to steal themselves." The birthday song erupted inside. Molly yanked open the door.