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Molly snapped her gum. We go in during the cake. The cake? Bill squinted. Too much frosting, too messy. What about the pinata? No, idiot, Molly muttered. That is when they have bats. I am not getting beaten by toddlers with wooden sticks again. That was one time, Bill grumbled. And those seven-year-olds had tactical training. We slip through the bouncy castle, Molly insisted. It is the perfect blind spot. But the squeaking, Molly. The rubbery squeaking will give us away instantly. We wear socks, Bill. High-grip socks. And the presents are in the parlor? Stacked on the folding table right next to the juice boxes. What about the clown? Bill whispered, shuddering. I will pocket-sand the clown with confetti, Molly said. He will never see it coming. Can we steal the juice boxes too? The grape ones? Focus, Bill! Molly hissed. We are after the Lego Star Destroyer, not refreshments. I just think a heist requires hydration. You grab the Lego, I grab the Nintendo Switch, and we walk out. And if the mother spots us? We pretend we are the magicians. Do you know any magic? I can make forty presents disappear in ninety seconds.