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Molly pressed her ear to the bakery window. "Hear that, Bill? Thirty children, one magician, and a mountain of presents." Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "I hate this plan." "You loved it when I said 'mountain.'" "I pictured jewels, not teddy bears wearing bows." "Presents are presents." "They're for children." "Children are terrible witnesses. They describe everyone as 'tall' or 'smelled like cake.'" "Molly." "What?" "We are not stealing from a seven-year-old named Poppy." "Fine. We'll only steal from the magician." "The magician brought a rabbit." "Then the rabbit." "The rabbit has nothing." "It has mystery." Bill sighed. "What if we infiltrate, eat cake, and leave?" "That's not a heist. That's Tuesday." "Tuesday with sprinkles." Molly considered. "What if we steal all the presents, wrap them better, and return them dramatically?" "That's community service with jazz hands." "We could claim to be the Present Inspectors." "Children believe anything said with a clipboard." "Exactly." "And if they ask for badges?" "We say the badges are invisible." Bill peered inside. "Poppy is opening a pirate ship." Molly softened. "Does it have cannons?" "Foam ones." "Curse it. New plan." "We surrender?" "We become balloon pirates and guard the loot." "Aye, captain," Bill said.