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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the fairy-lit house. “Right, Bill, tonight we become festive legends.” Bill adjusted his too-small Santa hat. “I’ve always wanted a legend with more tinsel.” “Focus. The party starts at six, the cake arrives at six-thirty, and the presents are piled by the piano.” “Piano? Marvelous. I can only lift with musical accompaniment.” Molly sighed. “You are not lifting with musical accompaniment. You’re carrying the sack.” Bill glanced at the tiny velvet bag. “This sack looks optimistic.” “It’s a children’s party, Bill. The gifts are small, but numerous. Think of it as volume theft.” He nodded solemnly. “My specialty. I once stole twelve jam doughnuts and a brass doorknocker.” “Exactly. We mingle, compliment the balloon animals, and wait for the magician to distract the parents.” Bill grinned. “And then?” “And then we sweep in, collect the presents, and leave before anyone notices the missing train set.” “Brilliant,” Bill whispered. “What if they ask our names?” Molly straightened her gloves. “We’re not names tonight. We’re caterers.” Bill’s eyes widened. “Do caterers usually have one fake moustache?” “No.” “Excellent. I’m already suspicious.”