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Molly crouched behind a plastic jungle gym, binoculars pressed to her face. "Still no sign of the piñata guard." Bill adjusted his ski mask, which read "I ♥ BALLOONS" in glitter. "You sure about this? Last time we hit a birthday party, we got chased by a clown with a squirting flower." "That clown had it coming. And this party’s got forty kids, at least thirty gift bags, and—get this—wrap check." "Wrap check?" "Yeah, the parents label the presents at the door. Organized. It’s like they *want* us to steal them." Bill scratched his head. "So we’re not dressing as clowns this time?" "No clowns. You’re a rogue magician. I’m a disgruntled birthday princess." "Which one?" "The one who didn’t get invited. It’s tragic. People eat that up." “Genius.” Bill zipped up his cape. “But how do we get past the face-painting station?” “Distract them with a poorly timed cartwheel. I’ll grab the loot.” “And the cake?” “We take the cake. It’s chocolate. Might cover the guilt.” Bill paused. “Do we *have* guilt?” “Only when the sugar wears off.” “Right. Operation: Tickle Me Theft is a go.” Molly stood, adjusting her plastic tiara. “And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Don’t eat the evidence this time.” “I can’t promise anything. Some wrapping paper is *tissue thin*.”