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“Molly, whisper. This is a children’s party, not a bank.” “Bill, same blueprint: cheerful exterior, panic interior.” “Presents are basically cash in glitter.” “Exactly. Now listen—when the clown arrives, we take the gift pile first, then the stockings, then we pretend we were there for the face paint.” “Pretend? Molly, we can’t even pretend we like peas.” “We’ll wear the party hats. Kids love hats. Also, nobody questions a person who looks mildly confused.” “I’m always mildly confused.” “That’s the best kind.” “What if the parents catch us?” “Then we charm them with innocent compliments like, ‘Wow, your birthday candles are very aerodynamic.’” “That sentence will not land.” “It’ll distract them long enough for you to grab the good stuff.” “What’s good stuff?” “Anything wrapped in satin. And the toy that makes noise. Parents can’t resist noise.” “Last time I stole a toy, I tripped over a balloon and a toddler asked me why I looked sad.” “This time no sadness. This time we look like we just forgot a password.” “We don’t have a password.” “Then make one up. ‘GlitterGlory123.’” “That’s not a real—” “Shh. The door. Smile like you’re delivering a cupcake.” “I don’t deliver cupcakes.” “You do tonight.”