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“Bill, if this goes wrong, I’m blaming your face,” Molly whispered, peering around the corner at the banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAPTAIN SQUIRT. Bill adjusted his black beanie. “My face has a lot to answer for, but tonight it’s innocent.” “It’s a children’s party,” Molly said. “Why does it need three balloons shaped like tigers?” “Because children are rich in imagination and poor in security,” Bill said, tugging the sack over his shoulder. “Also, apparently, in supervision.” Molly watched a clown juggle beside a table of cupcakes. “We are stealing presents from toddlers.” “We are redistributing opportunities,” Bill said. “The gifts will go to a more appreciative audience.” “You mean us.” “I said appreciative.” A small boy in pirate dress staggered past them, carrying a sword the size of a baguette. “Excuse me,” he said brightly, “are you the entertainment?” Molly smiled with alarming tenderness. “Yes, dear.” Bill hissed, “Don’t bond with the target.” “I’m not bonding. I’m gathering intel.” From inside, a chorus roared, “Cake! Cake! Cake!” Bill lifted his sack. “Now, while they’re distracted.” Molly nodded. “On my count.” “Which count?” “The one after I’ve changed my mind,” she said, and they slipped through the door as the clown sneezed confetti and no one noticed the presents beginning to disappear.