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“Bill, tell me again why we’re crouched behind a hedge by a bouncy castle,” Molly whispered. “Because, darling, that is where the riches are,” Bill said, peering at a paper banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEO. “See that table? Mountains of presents.” “You call pirate Lego riches?” “Absolutely. One child’s plastic kingdom is another thief’s retirement fund.” Molly adjusted her black gloves. “We are awful people.” “We are misunderstood logistics specialists.” A shriek of laughter floated over the fence. “Will the children notice?” Molly asked. Bill frowned. “Not if we blend in.” “With what?” “With enthusiasm. You carry a balloon, I’ll carry a slice of cake. Nobody suspects confectionery.” Molly looked at the clown at the gate. “And the clown?” “Dead giveaway.” “So what’s the plan?” “Simple. I charm the parents, you distract the magician, then we roll the presents into the laundry cart by the garage.” “Laundry cart?” “Borrowed from the venue. I’m calling it recycling.” Molly grinned despite herself. “And if anyone asks?” Bill straightened his tie. “We’re the aunt and uncle from accounting.” “You don’t look like an uncle.” “Neither do you, but the children’s party is about to learn a painful lesson in operational excellence.” “Bill?” “Yes?” “If there’s a bouncing dinosaur, I’m stealing that too.” “Now you’re thinking like a professional.”