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Molly peered at the glittering flyer taped to the lamppost. “A children’s party,” she said. “Look at that font. It screams frosting and panic.” Bill adjusted his hat, which was far too respectable for a thief. “And presents,” he said. “Loads of presents. Tiny heroes, giant boxes.” “Do you think we can get in?” Molly asked. Bill smiled. “I brought my best disguise.” She stared. “That is a paper crown from a cracker.” “It’s regal,” he said. “Besides, nobody suspects a man celebrating badly.” Molly folded the flyer. “We slip in, mingle, smile at the balloon animals, and when everyone’s distracted by cake—” “By cake?” Bill said. “You say that like it’s a distraction. Cake is the main villain.” “Focus,” Molly hissed. “We take the presents and vanish.” Bill nodded toward the house, where music thumped and a small voice yelled, “Who wants glitter?” “Honestly,” he said, “this feels morally confusing.” Molly grinned. “Only because it’s so festive.” He sighed. “Fine. But if we’re caught, I’m blaming the clown.” Molly snorted. “Deal. If the clown has a mustache, we call it art.” Bill patted his pocket. “And if the cake is guarded?” “Then,” she said, “we improvise with dignity tonight.”