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Molly peered through the hedge while Bill unfolded a crayon-smeared map. “Right, Bill, target acquired: one bouncy castle, one distracted magician, and approximately forty gifts wrapped by amateurs.” “Amateurs with ribbon, Molly. Ribbon is the burglar’s welcome mat.” “Focus. Entry point?” “Cake table flank. No one guards the cake until the candles appear.” “Counterpoint: sticky icing. I refuse to die with buttercream on my cuffs.” “Then we go in as entertainers.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can drop things with confidence.” “Children can smell fear.” “So can poodles, and yet I once robbed a vet.” “We need disguises. Balloon artist and depressed pirate?” “I’m not doing balloons. They squeak like guilty mice.” “Fine. Face painter and uncle nobody recognizes.” “I was born to be an unconvincing uncle.” “Extraction route?” “Through the garden gate, past the inflatable palm tree, into the alley, presents into the van.” “The van still says ‘Drain Wizard.’” “Excellent camouflage. Nobody suspects a plumber with a sack.” “What about the parents?” “They’ll be filming a child attacking a piñata.” “What about the dog?” “I’ve brought sausages.” “What about the clown?” “I’ve brought two sausages.” “Molly, this is reckless.” “Bill, it’s a six-year-old’s birthday party. We are competing with juice boxes.” Bill sighed. “Then let’s rob childhood before the magician finds his dove.”