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Molly crouched behind the hedge, peering at the bouncy castle swaying in the garden like a drunk elephant. Bill unfolded a crayon map of the house, sticky with jam. “We go in at two,” Molly said. “That’s when the magician starts,” Bill whispered. “Exactly. Nobody notices thieves during balloon animals.” Bill squinted. “What about the parents?” “Distracted by cake politics.” “Cake politics?” “Who gets a corner piece. It’s brutal.” Inside, children shrieked with joy. A dog wearing a party hat barked at a bubble machine. Bill tapped the map. “Presents are here, by the fireplace.” “Good. We grab them, replace them with decoys.” “What decoys?” Molly opened her sack. It was full of wrapped vegetables. “You wrapped broccoli?” “With bows.” “That’s monstrous.” “We’re thieves, Bill.” “We have standards.” A small girl appeared at the gate, holding a tiara and staring. “Are you the treasure pirates?” she asked. Molly froze. Bill smiled weakly. “Yes,” he said. “But we’re retired.” The girl nodded solemnly. “Mummy says you can carry gifts to the table.” Molly looked at Bill. “New plan,” she muttered. Bill sighed, lifting the vegetable sack. “We infiltrate politely.” “Then steal nothing.” “Except cake.” Molly grinned. “Corner piece.”