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“Molly, are you sure this is the right house?” “Bill, I am looking at a lawn full of balloons, a banner that says Happy Seventh, and a clown crying in a hedge. Yes, this is the right house.” “I hate clowns.” “That’s not relevant.” “It feels relevant.” “Bill, we are not here for emotional growth. We are here for presents.” “Right. All the presents.” “All of them.” “Even the giant wrapped tricycle?” “Especially the giant wrapped tricycle.” Bill peered through the window. “There are a lot of children.” “Of course there are. It’s a children’s party.” “And a magician.” “A bad magician.” “He just made a rabbit disappear.” “No, Bill, that rabbit is behind the cake eating frosting.” “Oh. He is bad.” “Mildly encouraging, though. Everyone’s distracted.” “I see the parents by the punch bowl.” “Then keep your head down and your conscience lower.” “My conscience is already sitting.” “Good. We go in through the back, swap the presents into our sacks, and leave before anyone sings.” “What if they start singing?” “Then we move faster.” “What if a child asks us our names?” “You are Uncle Bill from the Funny Furniture Store.” “I’m not saying that.” “Then you’re the man with the emergency balloon insurance.” “That’s worse.” “And I’m Aunt Molly, here to check the stuffing.” “Why does everything you say sound illegal?” “Because, Bill, it is.”