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“Bill, tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party.” “Because, Molly, tiny people get excellent gifts and appalling security.” “Appalling? There’ll be parents.” “Distracted parents. Give an adult cake, warm punch, and a screaming magician, and they’d misplace a pony.” “I hate magicians.” “Perfect. Channel that.” “What’s the plan, then?” “We arrive disguised as entertainers.” “I’m not wearing balloons.” “You’re not wearing balloons. You’re a princess.” “I’d rather be a tax inspector.” “Children fear tax inspectors less.” “Impossible.” “I’ll be the clown.” “No, Bill, your normal face is too upsetting. It invites scrutiny.” “Kind.” “Accurate. How do we get the presents out?” “Gift table by the window. I prop open the latch. You stack the loot into the laundry cart.” “There’s a laundry cart at a party?” “There will be when I bring one and label it ‘Costumes.’ People trust labels.” “What about the dog?” “There’s a dog?” “There’s always a dog, Bill. Rich people collect them like teapots.” “Fine. Sausage in my pocket.” “For bribery?” “For diplomacy.” “And if a child spots us?” “I cry and say birthdays make me emotional.” “That might actually work.” “Of course it’ll work.” “You sound confident.” “I’m terrified.” “Good. Keeps you graceful.” “I’m never graceful.” “In fairness, neither are children.” “Then tonight, Molly, we vanish among our natural equals.”