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Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the garden where balloons bobbed like nervous spies. “Bill, why are you wearing a pirate hat?” “It establishes character.” “It establishes that you’re twelve.” “Children trust pirates. Historically.” “Historically, pirates steal treasure, not gift bags shaped like unicorns.” Bill adjusted the eye patch. “That’s exactly why it’s perfect camouflage.” Across the lawn, parents arranged wrapped presents beneath a table guarded by a plastic clown. “Look at that haul,” Bill whispered. “Dolls, robots, possibly a telescope.” “Possibly wrapping paper around socks,” Molly said. “Socks are valuable. People keep buying them.” “The plan is simple. You distract the clown.” “It’s inflatable.” “Then distract it emotionally.” Bill considered this. “I could insult its career.” Molly handed him a party blower. “You go in through the side gate, announce a balloon emergency, and lead the adults toward the trampoline.” “And you?” “I slip under the table, load the presents into the wagon, and leave.” Bill frowned. “What about the children?” “We leave them the cake.” “That seems generous.” “It has raisins.” Bill nodded solemnly. “Then this is justice.” A shriek erupted from the garden. A small girl pointed at them. “Pirate!” she yelled. Bill waved. “Excellent. My cover’s working.”