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Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the birthday bungalow through binoculars shaped like flamingos. Streamers sagged from the porch. A clown inflated balloons with the grim concentration of a bomb technician. Bill checked his watch, then checked the watch he intended to steal from himself later for insurance purposes. “The cake arrives at three.” “Excellent,” Molly whispered. “Nothing distracts adults like frosting and a child screaming over the wrong pony.” Their van waited nearby, painted with cheerful clouds and the words FUNERAL MAGICIAN. Inside, empty sacks lay beside a grappling hook, two party hats, and a clipboard labeled Totally Normal Deliveries. Molly unfolded the plan. Bill would enter disguised as a balloon artist, create a life-size giraffe, and accidentally topple it onto the gift table. While parents rescued toddlers from latex panic, Molly would wheel the presents out in a pram. “What if someone recognizes us?” Bill asked. Molly produced matching fake moustaches. “We become Gary and Linda.” A shriek rose from the garden as the clown’s balloon dog burst. Bill nodded solemnly. “Chaos has opened the door.” They slipped through the side gate just as a grandmother shouted for extra ice. Molly grabbed the pram. Bill adjusted his bow tie. “Remember,” he said, “no stealing from children.” Molly smiled. “We’re stealing from their parents’ credit cards.”