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"Okay, so the intel says the kid's turning seven," Molly said, spreading a crumpled birthday invitation on the table. "Seven presents guaranteed minimum, easy." "You got the invitation from the trash again, didn't you," Bill said. "Dumpster diving is a skill, Bill." "It's a cry for help is what it is." "Focus. We go in disguised as the entertainment. I'll be the balloon lady, you're the magician." "Why do you get to be the balloon lady? Balloon animals are basically art. I should be the balloon lady." "You can't even tie a knot, Bill. You proposed to your ex-wife with a shoelace." "That was romantic!" "It was pathetic. You're the magician. Wear the cape." "I hate the cape." "The cape has pockets, Bill. Pockets for presents." "...Fine. But I get top billing on the flyer." "There's no flyer, this is a heist." "Every heist needs a flyer, Molly, that's just professionalism." "We are stealing gifts from a seven-year-old." "With style." "With a cape you hate." "I'm growing into the cape." "You're forty-one." "Growth doesn't stop at a number, Molly." "Just grab the presents and don't do actual magic tricks, last time you set the tablecloth on fire." "That was one time."