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Molly, tell me again why we're robbing a party full of cake and tiny saxophone music?" Bill whispered. "Because, Bill, the birthday boy has a pirate ship for gifts, a drone, and something wrapped so badly it might be a telescope." "That sounds expensive." "Exactly." "I prefer jobs with alarms, vaults, and fewer clowns." "There is one clown." "That is one clown too many." Molly adjusted her black gloves. "Listen. We stroll in as the entertainment." "We're thieves, not jugglers." "We can juggle." "You can juggle. I can panic rhythmically." "Fine. You be the magician's assistant." "We don't have a magician." "Then be the magician's disappointment." Bill sighed. "And the presents?" "While the parents sing, we load them into the catering trolley." "Won't anyone notice?" "Molly, it's a children's party. Adults are always too busy filming and pretending to enjoy sugar." Bill grinned despite himself. "And if a child asks why the elf is carrying a mountain of toys?" "I'll say you're taking them to Santa's emergency garage." "Brilliant." "Ready?" "No." "Good. That's the spirit." He squared his shoulders. "For the record, if we get caught, I'm blaming the clown." "Fair," Molly said, and together they pushed open the glittery door.