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Molly unfolded the party invitation like a treasure map. Across the street, a bouncy castle shuddered in the dusk while tinny music leaked from the community hall. Bill peered through binoculars he insisted made him look professional. “We are definitely too old for face paint,” he said. “Speak for yourself,” Molly said, adjusting her fake mustache. “I’m already emotionally committed to the pirate theme.” Bill frowned. “We’re stealing presents from seven-year-olds. Shouldn’t we feel at least a little villainous?” “Bill, we’re thieves, not philosophers.” He checked his clipboard. “Step one: enter as clowns.” “I hate clowns.” “You said that last time. Last time went badly.” “Last time the goose attacked first.” From inside, children shrieked with delight, and the hall doors swung open for a magician carrying a suspiciously large rabbit. Molly smiled. “Perfect distraction.” Bill grinned despite himself. “You mean our grand criminal opportunity?” “No,” said Molly, tightening her gloves. “I mean the cake table.” Bill gasped. “Molly, that is diabolical.” She winked. “We’ll take the presents on the way out.” “Remember,” Molly whispered, “no harming the children. We’re professionals.” Bill nodded. “Of course. We only target gifts, not innocence.” “And wrapping paper,” she said. “It’s always ours, darling.”