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Molly crouched behind the hedge opposite number seventeen, wearing a black catsuit, a paper crown, and the guilty expression of a substitute magician. Through the window, balloons bobbed like tiny informants above a mountain of glittering parcels. Bill unfolded their blueprint, which was actually a menu from Pizza Palace with arrows drawn in ketchup. "Molly, we grab the presents, dodge the clown, and exit through the bouncy castle." "Bill, honestly, that's a jelly mold." They studied the garden. The bouncy castle wheezed majestically beside a trestle table stacked with cupcakes, while six sugar-powered children orbited it at unsafe velocity. Molly checked her toolkit: lock picks, sack, party blower, emergency sherbet. Bill produced disguises: two cardboard dinosaur heads and one badge reading Official Uncle. The plan depended on timing. At precisely three, the entertainer would ask for volunteers, parents would applaud with exhausted hope, and the dog would chase anyone smelling of sausage rolls. Molly had eaten three. Bill nodded gravely and put on the triceratops head backward. Molly sighed, adjusted his horns, and whispered that no jury would convict them if the wrapping paper was this tasteful. Then the door opened, and a toddler offered them cake without blinking.