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“We’re really doing this?” Molly whispered. “Obviously,” Bill whispered back. “It’s a children’s party, not Fort Knox.” “You said that about the bakery.” “I maintain the bakery was guarded by very determined scones.” Molly peered through the hedge. “There are balloons.” “Yes,” Bill said. “A classic distraction. Also, terrifyingly cheerful.” “And clowns?” “One clown,” Bill said. “Which is one too many clowns.” Molly adjusted her gloves. “We are robbing children.” “We are liberating presents from an overorganized gifting economy.” “That sounds worse.” “It sounds professional.” A burst of singing drifted from the garden. Molly winced. “They’re doing ‘Happy Birthday.’” “Perfect cover,” Bill said. “No one hears rustling wrapping paper over a chorus of tiny lungs.” “Tiny lungs?” “Metaphorically,” Bill said. “Focus. You take the left side, I’ll handle the table.” “If there’s a piñata, I’m leaving.” “If there’s a piñata, we’re upgrading the operation.” Molly frowned. “You really think the presents are unattended?” Bill smiled. “Molly, this is a room full of sugar, scissors, and adults pretending to supervise.” “That is disturbingly persuasive.” “Then onward,” Bill said. “Tonight, we become legends.” “Or criminals with sticky fingers.” “Same business card,” said Bill.