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Molly eased the curtain back. "Tell me you brought the party map." "Map?" Bill whispered. "I brought nerves and a very official-looking tie." "That’s not a tie, that’s ribbon from a gift bag." "Exactly. Camouflage." "Bill, we're here to rob a birthday party, not audition for it." "Same thing if the cake's good." "Focus. Presents." "Right. Big haul: trains, dolls, a suspiciously heavy box, and something that squeaks." "If one of those is a puppy, I quit." "Nobody said puppy." "You had better not be thinking what I think you're thinking." "I'm thinking we walk in, blend with the parents, and load the gifts into the stroller." "We don't have a stroller." "Then why did I spend thirty minutes folding one?" "Bill!" "Relax. I also brought balloons." "Why?" "Because thieves who commit crimes should arrive with spirit." "That's the worst sentence you've ever said." "Yet here we are." "On three, we enter, smile, and don't mention the getaway van in clown paint." "Too late?" "Bill." "Fine. But if anyone asks, we're entertainment." "Molly." "Yes?" "If I get cake, I want the blue frosting." "You're impossible."