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“Bill, are you sure this is the right party?” Molly whispered. “Unless the banner says ‘Happy Birthday, Timmy,’ in glowing balloons, yes,” Bill said. “It does say that.” “Then we are blessed with excellent intelligence.” “And terrible morals.” “Same team, Molly.” Molly adjusted her black gloves. “You said the presents would be in the garage.” “They will be. That is where people put loot when they have no security mindset.” “It’s a children’s party, Bill. The security mindset is sugar and supervision.” “Exactly. Adults are distracted by juice boxes and liability.” “I hate how confident you sound.” “I hate how right I usually am.” A burst of laughter floated from inside the house. Molly frowned. “What if we’re caught?” “We won’t be.” “That’s what you said before the petting zoo.” “That donkey had commitment.” “Bill.” “Fine. If we’re caught, we act like entertainers.” “You think the guards will believe that?” “It’s a children’s party. No one knows what’s going on. One minute a clown is twisting swords, the next minute he’s in a lawsuit.” Molly peeked through the hedge. “I see the gift table.” “Beautiful.” “It’s enormous.” “Even more beautiful.” “And there’s a child sleeping on it.” Bill paused. “That complicates things.” Molly sighed. “So we’re not stealing the presents.” Bill stared at the glittering pile. “Of course we are.” “We can’t.” “We can.” “Bill, no.” “Bill, yes.”