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Molly peered through the bakery window at the rainbow balloons bobbing over the community hall. “That,” she whispered, “is a fortress of cake, chaos, and unattended presents.” Bill adjusted his tie, which was already crooked. “I admire your eye for valuables, but I must protest the phrase unattended. Children are notoriously sticky.” “Perfect,” Molly said. “We’ll blend in.” Bill blinked. “We’re thirty-six.” “Spiritually, we’re eight.” A trumpet squealed from inside, followed by a burst of shrieking laughter. Molly grinned. “At the height of the party, everyone will be distracted by the magician.” “Will there be a magician?” “There will now.” Bill frowned. “And how, exactly, do we remove the gifts?” “Simple. You enter carrying the ‘cake delivery’ box.” “We have a cake delivery box?” “We do now.” He sighed, then smiled despite himself. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re bringing the wagon.” “The wagon that says Party Supplies?” “The same.” Bill looked toward the hall, where a papier-mâché dinosaur was collapsing beside the door. “This is either brilliant or the worst idea we’ve ever had.” Molly tugged on her gloves. “Bill, those are never different.” He hoisted the empty box. “After you, partner.” “Stealthily,” she said. “Of course,” Bill said, “for the children.”