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“Molly, tell me again why the target is a children’s party,” Bill whispered, tugging at his gloves. “Because, Bill, every child in the neighborhood will be busy doing the Macarena, eating frosting, and screaming at a clown.” “Comforting.” “And because presents are portable.” “Morally, this is a low point for us.” “Bill, we are thieves. Our moral compass is a decorative item.” “You say that like it helps.” “It does. Less guilt, more stealing.” “Before I agree to anything, I need to know the plan.” “The plan is simple.” “Oh, good. I hate those.” “We stroll in, blend in, admire the balloons, and wait for the gift mountain to become emotionally vulnerable.” “‘Emotionally vulnerable’?” “Yes. Then we scoop up the presents and vanish like responsible adults avoiding a dentist appointment.” “Do we have disguises?” “Of course.” “Please tell me you didn’t buy clown noses again.” “I bought subtle clown noses.” “That’s not a thing.” “It is if you believe in yourself.” “Who are we supposed to be?” “Uncle Bill and Aunt Molly, relatives no one trusts but everyone feeds.” “I do have the face for it.” “You have the face for crime, Bill.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” “Stop blushing and pass me the fake mustache. We’re making history, preferably quietly.”