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“Bill, remember the plan?” Molly whispered. “Of course,” Bill said. “We enter as balloon entertainers, distract the adults, and vanish with the presents.” Molly peered through the hedge. “That’s a terrible plan.” “It’s a classic plan,” Bill replied. “The classics endure.” A tinny chorus of children’s laughter drifted from the garden. Streamers fluttered over a bouncy castle. A clown was tying a giraffe balloon onto a lamppost. Molly adjusted her fake moustache. “You look like a lost peanut.” “Thank you,” Bill said. “It’s the least suspicious disguise I own.” “Your disguise is a hat with a feather.” “A very confident hat.” A mother in a glittery apron passed the gate carrying paper cups. Bill straightened. “We just need to get to the gift table.” “And then?” “And then,” Bill said, “we load the presents into the pram.” Molly stared. “The pram?” “It has wheels. It has cover. It is, tactically speaking, glorious.” A child shouted, “The magician is here!” Bill’s eyes widened. “We have a magician?” Molly grinned. “No, Bill. That’s you.” He inhaled. “I hate when your ideas improve mine.” “Smile,” she said, nudging him forward. “It’s a party.” “And a robbery,” Bill muttered. “Same thing,” Molly said, “if nobody notices.”