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“Molly, tell me you’ve got a plan,” Bill whispered, peering at the row of balloons bobbing over the garden fence. “I’ve got a plan, a ladder, and a deeply concerning amount of clown makeup,” Molly said. “We go in as entertainers.” “You mean thieves.” “I mean entertainers with portable pockets.” Bill frowned. “What about the birthday kid?” “What about him?” “He’s six.” “Perfect. I’ve met six-year-olds with better security systems than the museum.” Bill adjusted his cap. “You’re sure the presents are worth it?” “Bill, this is a children’s party. Those boxes are like treasure chests with ribbons.” “And the cake?” “If it’s chocolate, yes. If it’s fondant, no one deserves that.” A shriek of laughter burst through the fence. Molly grinned. “Hear that? Chaos. The adults are distracted, the kids are sticky, and the presents are unattended.” “You make crime sound festive.” “It is festive. We’re basically seasonal.” Bill leaned closer. “And if someone asks who we are?” “Mister Wiggles and Aunt Sparkle.” “You can’t be Aunt Sparkle.” “Why not?” “Because you look like you’d bite a policeman.” Molly sighed. “Fine. You be Aunt Sparkle. I’ll be Mister Wiggles.” Bill straightened his tie. “I hate this already.” “Good,” said Molly. “That means you’re ready.”