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Molly peered through the hedge at the bouncing castle and adjusted her black gloves. Children shrieked like tiny alarm sirens while a magician on the lawn produced a rabbit that looked frankly overworked. Beside her, Bill unfolded a crayon-scribbled map and frowned with professional seriousness. “Right,” Bill whispered, “the presents are stacked by the cake table. We go in during the balloon animal distraction.” “Balloon animal distraction?” Molly said. “That’s not a plan, that’s a sentence.” “It becomes a plan if I say it confidently.” “You once said ‘I am invisible’ confidently and got chased by a gardener.” Bill sniffed. “He was unusually observant.” A clown tripped over a hose and vanished into a shrubbery. Molly nodded approvingly. “Now that is the sort of chaos I like to subcontract.” “We blend in,” Bill said. “You’re an aunt. I’m a divorced uncle with mysterious opinions about parking.” “You already look like that.” “Thank you. At the gift pile, I create a diversion.” “With what?” Bill produced a whoopee cushion from his coat like a sacred relic. “Classics endure.” Molly stared. “We are criminals, Bill, not amateurs.” From the garden came a roar of laughter, then a child yelled, “The pony’s in the gazebo!” Molly grinned. “Perfect. Nature has joined the team.” “Then onward,” Bill said, straightening. “To petty villainy and ribboned loot.”