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“Molly,” whispered Bill, “are you sure this is the right house?” “It has balloons, streamers, and a giant banner that says Happy Birthday, so unless the neighbors are throwing a very confusing divorce, yes.” “Good point. Now, remind me why we’re stealing presents from a children’s party?” “Because the client said the loot was easy, cheerful, and unguarded.” “Your client also once paid us in coupon books.” “And yet I still feel he understands value.” Bill peered through the hedge. “I see a clown.” “That’s not a clown.” “It has a red nose.” “That’s Mrs. Dalton’s husband.” “Oh. He does look like a clown.” “Might be useful.” “Useful how?” “If he asks questions, distract him with balloons. If he asks more questions, give him cake.” “And if he asks where the presents went?” “Molly smiled. “We say the gifts were taken for a surprise.” “A surprise for who?” “For us.” Bill grinned. “I like your style. Quietly in, quietly out?” “Exactly. No fuss, no screams, no glitter.” “Why no glitter?” “Because glitter is the fingerprint of chaos.” Bill nodded solemnly. “And the presents?” “We load them into the van.” “Then?” “Then we become the world’s worst party guests.” Bill sighed. “Molly?” “Yes?” “If there’s a pony, I’m stealing the pony too.” “You always say that.” “And I’m always right.”