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Molly crouched behind the bakery dumpster, studying the glittering flyer she’d swiped from a lamppost. “Children’s birthday, Saturday, three until six. Clown. Pony. Gift table.” She grinned. “It’s a treasure map with frosting.” Bill adjusted his stolen bow tie. “You’re calling it a treasure map because you’re nervous.” “I’m calling it a treasure map because treasure maps are classy.” He squinted at the list. “We need a plan.” “We need disguises.” “Why is every plan of yours one wool hat away from stupidity?” Molly opened a satchel. “Because stupidity is cheap and effective. Behold: giant mascot costumes.” Bill stared. “Those are pink rabbits.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects pink rabbits.” “Nobody suspects pink rabbits because nobody wants to think about pink rabbits.” Molly handed him one. “Put it on. We enter as entertainment, drift toward the presents, and exit before the cake.” Bill hesitated. “What if the children ask for a performance?” “We tell them a story about a rabbit who found a mountain of loot and retired very rich.” “That’s not a children’s story.” “It is if we leave out the prison part.” Bill sighed, tugging on the rabbit head. “If this works, I’m never trusting you again.” Molly smiled. “That’s the spirit. Now hop.”