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“Molly, tell me again why we’re doing this at a children’s party,” Bill whispered, crouched behind a hedge that was trying very hard to look innocent. “Because, Bill, the loot is concentrated,” Molly whispered back, peering through binoculars at the brightly decorated house. “Every relative in a ten-mile radius has brought a present. It’s like a jewel vault, but with wrapping paper.” “Jewel vaults don’t usually have a bouncy castle.” “Exactly. Security never suspects joy.” Bill adjusted his black gloves. “I’m just saying, this feels morally complicated.” “Moral complications are for people with day jobs,” Molly said. “We’re thieves. We see an opportunity, we take the opportunity, we leave before anyone notices their opportunity is gone.” “What if someone notices?” “Then we smile, say we’re hired entertainment, and you do the balloon animal trick.” “I don’t know any balloon animal trick.” “You will by the end of the night.” Bill glanced at the house. “There are six children on the lawn, three adults by the buffet, and one man in a pirate hat looking suspiciously like the sort of person who can identify imposters.” “That’s Uncle Trevor,” Molly said. “He’s not suspicious. He’s just committed to a bit.” “Good to know the pirate is the least of our problems.” “Focus, Bill. The gifts are in the conservatory.” “How do you know that?” “I asked the cake lady.” “You asked the cake lady?” “I bought a cupcake. Then I asked if she’d seen where the presents were being stacked. She said, and I quote, ‘Near the fern by the scary ceramic swan.’” Bill squinted. “That is oddly specific.” “Caterers know everything,” Molly said. “Now, are you ready?” “No.” “Excellent. That means we’re properly cautious.” “We’re stealing from children.” “Bill, we’re borrowing from children with no immediate repayment plan.” “That is not better.” “It’s professionally similar.” He sighed. “What’s the plan?” Molly grinned. “We walk in through the side gate, posing as the magician’s assistants.” “There is a magician?” “There will be, once I find one. Or at least an acceptable hat.” “Why magician’s assistants?” “Because no one questions a person carrying a velvet rope and a clipboard.” “We don’t have a velvet rope.” “We have a jump rope and confidence.” Bill stared at her. “That is an appalling amount of confidence for a woman in a false mustache.” Molly reached up and touched the cheap plastic mustache glued beneath her nose. “It’s not false. It’s aspirational.” Bill lowered his voice. “And after we get inside?” “We compliment the birthday child, establish emotional goodwill, then move the presents into the laundry basket I’ve labeled ‘science experiment.’” “Why would that work?” “Because adults become weak when they see labels.” “And if someone asks why we’re taking all the gifts to the laundry room?” “We tell them there’s been an unfortunate wrapping paper spill.” Bill blinked. “That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” “It’s not an excuse. It’s a niche emergency.” A child screamed with delight from the backyard. Then came the pop of a confetti cannon. Bill flinched. “I hate this already.” “Bill, listen to me,” Molly said, suddenly serious. “We do not panic. We do not run. We do not let anyone see fear.” “What if a child looks directly into my soul?” “Then say, ‘No, thank you, I’m on a sugar-free diet.’ Children respect weirdness.” Bill nodded reluctantly. “And the exits?” “Front gate, side hedge, or, if necessary, through the inflatable dragon.” “There’s an inflatable dragon?” “It’s a children’s party, Bill. Of course there’s an inflatable dragon.” He took a deep breath. “All right. Side gate, magician assistants, glitter, laundry basket, escape through dragon.” Molly patted his shoulder. “That’s the spirit.” “You promise this will be clean?” Molly looked at the glittering house, the swaying balloons, the mountain of presents waiting beyond the conservatory doors. “Bill,” she said, “nothing about this will be clean.” He swallowed. “Then let’s be filthy and efficient.” “Now you’re thinking like a professional,” Molly said, and together they straightened their absurd disguises, crept from the hedge, and marched toward the side gate as if they had every right in the world to ruin a birthday.