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Molly pressed her ear to the bakery wall. “Bill, tell me you’ve brought the cart.” “Of course I’ve brought the cart,” Bill whispered. “What sort of professional thief do you take me for?” “The kind who once tried to rob a locked picnic basket.” “That basket was vicious.” “Did it have guard dogs?” “Two geese. Worse.” Molly peered around the corner. “The party starts in ten minutes.” “Excellent,” Bill said. “Children arrive with presents, parents arrive with cake, and we arrive with the moral flexibility.” “That’s not a phrase.” “It is if you say it confidently.” She grinned. “We take the gifts, vanish through the side gate, and leave behind the decoy?” “The decoy clown?” “The decoy clown.” Bill shuddered. “I still hate that clown.” “Everyone hates that clown. That’s why he’s perfect.” “You’re sure this is legal?” “Bill, we are thieves.” “Right. Silly question.” A horn sounded inside the hall. “Cupcake alarm,” Molly said. “Then let’s be terrible people in a very punctual way.” She offered her hand. “Ready?” He clasped it. “Ready.” “Remember,” Molly said, “if anyone asks, we were hired entertainment.” Bill nodded. “What kind?” “The vanishing kind.” “Perfect,” Bill said. “I’ve always wanted applause and pockets.”