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Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars aimed at the bungalow blazing with balloons and sugary chaos. Bill unfolded a hand-drawn map on his knee, though it was clearly a pizza coupon with arrows. “Front gate’s a disaster,” Molly whispered. “Too many parents, too many casseroles.” “Window by the clown,” Bill said. “No one looks at anything once a clown appears.” “That clown is making balloon swords. I respect that kind of traffic control.” Bill tapped the coupon. “Presents are stacked by the cake table. We go in as entertainers, sweep the loot into the laundry basket, and vanish before the first off-key chorus.” “We don’t have costumes,” Molly said. Bill grinned and produced two paper crowns. “We have authority.” A shriek erupted from inside, followed by applause and the sound of something inflatable dying bravely. “If anyone asks,” Molly said, “I’m Princess Sparkleface, and you’re my deeply disappointing assistant.” “Rude. I was thinking Duke Thunderhands.” “Absolutely not. You can barely tie your shoes.” They crept to the side gate. A terrier in a bow tie watched them with prosecutorial intensity. “Problem,” Bill muttered. Molly pulled a sausage roll from her pocket. “Counter-bribery.” The dog accepted the payment and sat down. Bill straightened his crown. “See? Flawless.” Inside, a child spotted them and yelled, “The magicians are here!” Molly sighed. “We’re getting tipped in juice boxes, aren’t we?”