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Molly squinted at the inflatable castle. “You sure the presents are in the clown car?” Bill adjusted his fake mustache. “Positive. The birthday girl’s mom told the caterer she’d stash them there after the piñata.” “And we just waltz in dressed as magicians?” Molly tugged at her sequined vest. “I don’t do rabbits.” “You do distraction. I do the grab.” Bill checked his watch. “Two minutes until the balloon animal guy leaves for his smoke break.” “What if the five-year-olds see us?” Molly’s voice pitched higher. “They’ll think we’re part of the act. A disappearing box, a puff of smoke, the presents vanish.” “And when the parents call the cops?” “We’re gone before the first carrot cake slice.” Bill pulled a collapsible duffel from his pocket. “Just keep their tiny eyes on you.” Molly sighed. “I hate kids. They’re sticky and they cry.” “That’s why we do this at 3 PM. They’re sugared up and docile.” “Fine. But if you get caught, I’m telling them you’re the guy who ate all the candy from the prize bowl at Dave & Buster’s.” Bill grinned. “That was a charity event. Different ethical framework.” “Save it for the judge.” Molly straightened her top hat. “Let’s go steal some unicorn slime and noise makers.” “And that remote-control dinosaur.” “Especially that.” She snapped her fingers. “Showtime.”