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Rain tapped the bakery awning while Molly unfolded a crayon map of the McGinty house. Across the street, balloons bobbed above the garden gate, and a clown struggled with a balloon sword. Bill wore a catering jacket stolen from a remarkably forgiving laundromat. Molly had a black dress, sensible shoes, and a tote labeled PRINCESS EMERGENCY. Inside, twenty children shrieked around a glittering mountain of wrapped presents. The birthday girl, apparently, had requested a unicorn, a telescope, and world peace. Molly checked her watch. Bill checked the cupcake frosting on his sleeve. Outside, a crowned terrier sniffed their escape route. “We enter as entertainers. You juggle, I make balloon animals, and we quietly relocate every present to the truck.” “I cannot juggle.” “Perfect. Failure lowers expectations.” “Children are experts at noticing failure. They have parents.” “Then distract them with cake.” “What if the birthday girl recognizes us from last year’s puppet incident?” “She was six. Her testimony is unreliable.” “Your puppet testified against me.” “Focus. At three o’clock, the magician produces a rabbit.” “And?” “We produce ourselves inside the gift table.” “That is not how tables work.” “Bill, neither is crime. It is improvisation with consequences.” “I hate consequences.” “Go.”