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“Bill, you’re late,” Molly whispered. “I’m disguised as a balloon delivery man,” Bill said. “Do I look convincing?” “Only if the balloon delivery man is sweating like a boiled ham.” “Thank you. Now, what’s the plan?” “We enter the children’s party, blend in, and steal every present.” Bill frowned. “Every present?” “Every present.” “That’s very ambitious for a room full of sticky fingers and surveillance by mothers.” Molly adjusted her gloves. “The mothers are distracted. There’s a magician, a clown, and a cake the size of a hatchback.” “Good. I hate hatchbacks.” “Focus.” “I am focused. I’m just saying the cake has security advantages.” “Bill.” “All right, all right. We take the presents near the giant inflatable dinosaur, load them into my van, and vanish before anyone notices.” “Or before they notice and scream.” “True. Children are observant.” “And loud.” “And sticky.” “And armed with juice boxes.” Bill peered through the hedge. “What if they ask questions?” “We are party helpers.” “We are?” “You are carrying balloons.” “I thought I was the balloon delivery man.” “Same lie, better costume.” A beat passed. Bill sighed. “Molly?” “Yes?” “If this works, can we steal the cake too?” Molly smiled. “Bill, now you’re thinking like a professional.”