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“Bill, why are we whispering?” “Because we’re planning a heist, Molly.” “Into a children’s party.” “Exactly. Tiny witnesses, unlimited cake, unsecured presents.” “You said this was a bank.” “I said it was a place with valuables and balloons. Technically, both.” “And the children?” “Distraction specialists. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can juggle three oranges.” “You dropped two and ate the third.” “Comedy is about confidence.” Molly peered over the garden fence. “What’s the plan?” “We arrive as Professor Bill’s Magnificent Magic Show.” “Your magic show involves a rubber chicken and a hat with a hole.” “Prestige equipment. While I perform, you collect the presents.” “All of them?” “Every last brightly wrapped treasure.” “What if the birthday child notices?” “We leave one present.” “That’s your solution?” “Two, if the child looks emotionally complicated.” Molly sighed. “We’re thieves, Bill, not monsters.” “Fine. We steal the empty boxes and return the presents later.” “Why?” “For ransom.” “To whom?” “The parents. We demand sandwiches.” “That’s not a heist. That’s catering.” Bill straightened his bow tie. “Ready?” A child opened the gate. “Are you the magicians?” “Absolutely,” said Bill. Molly smiled. “And we’ve brought a very special trick.” “What trick?” “We make presents disappear.” Bill whispered, “Subtle.” Molly whispered back, “You brought the chicken.” The chicken squeaked. A toddler applauded. Bill blinked. “Our getaway is compromised.” Molly grabbed the cake. “Abort presents. Steal dessert.” “Now that,” Bill said, fleeing, “is professional.”