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Behind the community hall, Molly peered through the rain-streaked window at the children’s party inside. Tiny astronauts and princesses chased balloons while a magician produced endless paper rabbits. Bill adjusted his tie, which was there to make him look respectable from a distance. “You see the gift table?” Molly whispered. “Stacked like a sugary castle.” Bill squinted. “I see it. Also a clown making balloon swords. Why are we stealing from a party that has confetti cannons?” “Because the rich moral lessons of childhood include sticky fingers and unattended loot,” Molly said. “We go in as entertainers.” Bill frowned. “I cannot juggle.” “You can barely breathe in rhythm, Bill. You’ll be the sad uncle.” “That’s cruel. I can do sad.” Molly smiled and slid a miniature ladder from her coat. “In, grab the presents, out before the cake.” Bill nodded. “And if the birthday child asks?” “We’ll tell him the presents went to live on a farm,” Molly said. “Children love farms.” “That’s awful.” “Good. Now smile and carry the teddy bear box. It’s too heavy for gifts, which means it’s probably expensive.” Bill hefted the ladder. “If this works, I’m retiring into snacks.” “Dream bigger, Bill. Tonight we’re professionals.”