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“I’m telling you, Bill, this is the perfect score,” Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the backyard. “Kids’ party. Unsupervised gift pile. A piñata that’s already been obliterated. What could go wrong?” “Everything,” Bill hissed, flattening himself behind a bouncy castle. “We’re grown adults. We don’t fit under the snack table. And I’ve got a bad knee.” “So you’ll be the lookout. I’ll do the heavy lifting. Watch for the birthday boy’s mother—she’s the one with the screech-laugh and the wine glass glued to her hand.” “And the clown. Don’t forget the clown. He’s making balloon animals. That’s manual dexterity. He could snatch us right up.” “Clowns are notoriously non-confrontational. They’re pacifists. It’s in the union handbook.” Bill groaned. “We don’t even know what’s in the presents. Could be socks. Or board games. We’re risking felony larceny for Connect Four.” “It’s the thrill, Bill. The thrill of a loose-wrapped box and a distracted parent. Now, on my signal, we crawl. Stay low. Stay quiet. And for the love of God, if you sneeze, do it into a party favor.” “I hate you so much.” “Love you too. Now move—here comes the magician.”