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Molly adjusted the rainbow wig, scowling at the bounce house. "Bill, this is a terrible idea." "It's a birthday party for a five-year-old," Bill whispered back, fiddling with a deflated balloon animal. "What could possibly go wrong?" "Everything. We're stealing wrapped presents from a toddler." "Exactly. Low security. High profit margins." Molly sighed. "We don't do 'low security'. We do high-end museums with silent alarms." "Museums are full of old things. These are new things. New is better." Bill pointed. "See that pile? That's an Xbox." "We don't know that." "It's rectangular. Kids love rectangular boxes." "What if it's a puzzle?" "Then we fence it to a puzzle enthusiast. There's no losing here." A child ran past, shrieking, and Molly flinched. "You said the party was in the backyard. The parents are ten feet away." "So we wait for the cake." "We're waiting for the cake to commit a felony?" "The cake is the distraction. When they sing, we grab the haul, exit stage left." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "And if the kid sees us?" Bill grinned. "We do a magic trick." "You don't know any magic tricks." "I know the alphabet. I'll spell something." Molly looked at the pile of presents, then at her partner's idiotic, hopeful face. "Fine. But when we get arrested for grand larceny at a princess party, I'm telling the judge you brought the clown shoes."