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"So we're really doing this?" Bill asked. "We're really doing this," Molly said. "Stealing presents. From children." "From a child. Singular. One spoiled birthday boy." "How old?" "Turning six." "Six!" Bill threw up his hands. "Molly, that's barbaric." "You robbed a retirement home last spring." "That was different. They were asleep." "And the kids will be distracted. There's a magician." "A magician?" Bill leaned forward. "Like, a good one?" "Focus, Bill." "I'm focusing! I'm just saying, if there's a magician—" "There's a piñata too." "Don't tempt me." "Look," Molly said, "we slip in through the garden gate at two. You're the clown." "Why am I the clown?" "Because you've got the face for it." "That's hurtful." "I distract the parents with the bounce house liability waiver. You load the gifts into the van." "And the cake?" "We are not taking the cake." "We're taking the cake." "Bill." "I want the cake, Molly." She sighed. "Fine. One slice." "The whole cake." "Half." "Deal." Bill grinned. "What about the goodie bags?" "Obviously the goodie bags." "Now you're speaking my language." He stood. "When do we leave?" "After lunch." "Can lunch be cake?" "We don't have the cake yet!" "Right. Details."