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“Tell me again why we’re dressed as clowns,” Molly whispered, tugging at her oversized shoe. “Because,” Bill said, adjusting his red nose, “no one ever suspects a clown of emotional distress.” “That is not a plan.” “It is a vibe.” “A vibe doesn’t open a locked door.” “I was hoping the door would open from embarrassment.” Molly sighed. “We are not here to embarrass a door. We’re here to steal presents.” “Right,” Bill said. “From a children’s party.” “Yes.” “With balloons?” “Bill.” “With cake?” “Bill.” “With a bouncy castle?” “The presents, Bill.” “Fine,” he muttered. “But I’m still calling it the Great Gift Liberation.” “Call it whatever you want after we’re gone.” “Do we have a getaway?” Molly pointed to a tiny scooter. “That?” “It’s eco-friendly.” “It’s also heartbreaking.” “Can you ride it or not?” “I can ride anything with enough panic.” “Good. Then smile like you belong here.” Bill grinned at the window full of streamers. “Molly?” “What?” “If anyone asks, I’m the magician.” “You?” “Yes.” “You can’t make anything disappear.” Bill winked. “Exactly.” Molly stared. “You’re impossible.” “Then let’s hope,” Bill said, “that the parents are as distracted by frosting as I am by legally questionable sparkle today.”