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“Molly, are you certain this is ethical?” “Bill, if they wanted to keep the presents, they shouldn’t have stacked them beneath a banner reading MAGIC HAPPENS HERE.” “Children happen there.” “Temporary people, Bill. Sticky, loud, temporary people.” “Still, robbing a birthday feels low.” “Lower than stealing from magicians? Because last week you stole a rabbit.” “It was a loan.” “The rabbit signed nothing. Listen: clown arrives at two, cake at three, sugar crash at four. We enter as exhausted parents.” “I can’t look exhausted on command.” Molly sighed. “You always look mildly disappointed. That’s suburban enough.” “What about the dog?” “Bribed with sausage.” “The pony?” “Intimidated by confidence.” “The birthday boy?” “Distracted by bubbles.” “The mothers?” “Bill, nobody notices anything at a children’s party. It’s just shrieking and beige hummus.” Bill adjusted his tie. “And if we’re caught?” “We say, ‘We’re the entertainment.’” “We don’t have an act.” “We have pockets.” “That’s not an act.” “It is if you do it with jazz hands.” A balloon popped outside. Bill flinched. “That sounded like destiny misfiring.” “No, that’s a balloon. Destiny makes a wetter noise. Come on, partner. We take the gifts, leave the card table, and vanish before the piñata gets political.” “Fine. But if I end up wearing a balloon hat, I’m retiring.” “Bill, if you survive the glitter, you’ll be legendary.”