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“Molly, tell me again why we’re dressed as a clown and a magician,” Bill whispered. “Because, Bill, the party has a clown, a magician, and zero security.” “Tragic oversight.” “Delightful oversight,” Molly said. “We go in, smile at the parents, compliment the balloon giraffe, and leave with the presents.” “Under whose names?” “Yours, ideally. You have that trustworthy face.” “My face is a warning sign in a waistcoat.” “Exactly. Now hold this tray.” “This tray contains mini quiches.” “Correct. Nobody suspects a thief who respects finger food.” “What if someone asks what act we’re performing?” “You say, ‘The vanishing act.’ Then I distract them.” “With what?” “My excellent impression of a man who knows how to fold a napkin.” “That is criminal.” “Yes, and tonight we’re going to be terribly successful.” Bill peeked through the hedge. “There are children.” “Of course there are children. It’s a children’s party.” “Right. Just checking that the plan remains morally slippery.” “It does.” “And the presents?” “Molly grinned. “Stacked by the cake. Like someone invited destiny.” “Any chance we could steal only the expensive ones?” “Bill, we are professionals.” “We are wearing fake noses.” “Professional fake noses.” “And after?” “We split the haul, buy hats, and never speak of the clown car again.” “We don’t have a clown car.” “We will, if this goes well.”