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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the brightly lit house. “That’s the one,” she whispered. “Balloons, streamers, and a suspicious number of gift bags.” Bill adjusted his black gloves. “A goldmine,” he said. “Or at least a silver-plated mine with cartoon stickers.” “The birthday girl just went in for cake,” Molly said. “We’ve got five minutes before the parents start the singing.” Bill frowned. “Why do children’s parties always sound like hostage situations?” “Because the cake is never cut until everyone’s seated,” Molly said. “It’s a rule of terror.” He nodded toward the back door. “What’s the plan?” “We enter through the utility room, move silently past the clown,” Molly said. Bill blinked. “There’s a clown?” “Apparently a very committed clown.” “I hate committed clowns.” “Focus,” Molly said. “We take the presents, swap them with these empty boxes, and leave before anyone notices.” Bill hefted the empty boxes. “And if they do notice?” Molly smiled. “Then we tell them we’re the surprise entertainment.” Bill grinned despite himself. “You know, for thieves, we’re remarkably bad at being subtle.” “True,” Molly said, straightening her mask. “But we’re excellent at recycling wrapping paper.”