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Molly peered through the hedge. “Bill, tell me that is not a clown holding a balloon sword.” Bill adjusted his gloves. “It is, and he means business.” “You said this party would be easy.” “It is easy. They’re children. Their guard will be down.” Molly frowned. “Their guard is a clown with a balloon sword.” “Fine. Minor complication. We still take the presents.” “What’s the plan?” Bill grinned. “We mingle. We charm. We laugh at the magician’s horrible rabbit.” “Then?” “Then we follow the gift table when no one’s looking.” Molly stared. “The gift table isn’t going anywhere.” “Exactly. Efficient. No running.” “That’s your criminal mastermind strategy? Stand near the cake until everyone wanders off?” “Worked on my cousin’s wedding.” “You stole a toaster.” “I also got the napkins.” A child shrieked somewhere behind the fence, followed by delighted applause. Molly sighed. “Bill, if we get caught robbing a six-year-old’s birthday, I’m blaming you forever.” “Fair. But imagine the loot.” “The loot is wrapped in dinosaur paper.” “Dinosaur paper is premium paper.” She cracked a smile. “All right. We go in quiet.” Bill nodded. “Quiet, respectful, and emotionally detached.” “And if anyone asks?” He lifted his mask. “We’re the entertainment.”