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Molly peered over the hedge at the balloons bobbing in Mrs. Puddlewick’s garden. “Bill, there must be thirty presents.” “Thirty-two. I counted the unicorn bags twice.” “You counted the cake twice last week.” “That cake had layers, Molly. It was suspicious.” “Focus. We slip in during the magician’s act.” “What if he saws us in half?” “Then you take the top half and I take the bottom half. More efficient.” “Brilliant. But children are unpredictable. One sticky-handed witness and we’re finished.” “We’ll disguise ourselves.” “As what?” “Responsible adults.” Bill shuddered. “Too risky.” “Fine. Clowns.” “I have professional standards.” “You once stole a cheese wheel wearing a lampshade.” “That was avant-garde.” A small girl appeared beside them, holding a paper crown. “Are you here for the party?” Molly froze. “Yes.” Bill bowed. “We are… gift inspectors.” “Good,” said the girl. “You can carry presents to the table.” Molly whispered, “She’s recruiting us.” Bill whispered back, “Deep cover.” An hour later, they stood buried under ribbons, paper plates, and gratitude. “We haven’t stolen anything,” Bill muttered. Molly licked frosting from her thumb. “Nonsense. I stole three cupcakes.” “That’s not a heist.” “No,” Molly said, smiling. “It’s a better career.”