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"So here's the plan," Molly whispered, spreading the birthday invitation across the dashboard. "We go in through the back garden, blend with the parents, and start loading presents into the van." "Which one's the van?" "The one we stole yesterday." "Right. And what if someone asks who we are?" "We're Jenny's aunt and uncle from Manchester." "Which Jenny?" "The birthday girl, Bill. Try to keep up." "What if she has actual aunt and uncle from Manchester there?" "Then we improvise. Maybe we're the entertainers." "You can't juggle." "I can pretend to juggle. That's almost the same thing. Besides, nobody watches the entertainer at a kids' party. They're too busy fishing pizza out of their handbags and wondering when it's acceptable to leave." "And the presents?" "Grab the biggest ones first. Nothing with wrapping paper that rattles. That's usually board games. Board games are heavy and worth nothing on the black market." "There's a black market for children's presents?" "There's a black market for everything. I once sold a stolen trampoline to a vicar." "You're making that up." "I never make things up, Bill. Now put on your smile and help me carry this cake." "What cake?" "The distraction cake, Bill. Honestly, do I have to think of everything?"