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“Molly, this is our Mona Lisa,” Bill whispered. “Bouncy castle, distracted parents, and enough gift bags to retire on jelly beans.” “Bill, nobody retires on jelly beans.” “Metaphorically. We slip in as magicians, wave a wand, and vanish with the loot.” “You can’t do magic.” “I can do confidence, which is basically magic with pockets.” “The clown worries me.” “Every clown worries everyone. That’s his camouflage.” “What about the children?” “Short, sticky witnesses. We dazzle them with balloons.” “I hate balloons. They squeak like guilty shoes.” “Then face paint. No child suspects a woman with a butterfly on her cheek.” “I’m not being a butterfly.” “Dragon, then. Very intimidating.” “Bill, these presents are for a six-year-old.” “Exactly. Tiny electronics, premium chocolate, possibly cash in cards from lazy uncles.” “And the dog?” “We bribe him with sausage.” “What if there are two dogs?” “Then more sausage. Molly, this is logistics, not philosophy.” “If a child asks why we’re taking the presents?” “I’ll say, ‘Quality control.’” “And if a parent asks?” “You say, ‘We’re with entertainment.’” “What entertainment?” “Extremely disappointing magic.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if I get glitter on my shoes, we’re leaving the television and absolutely not stealing the piñata.”