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Molly unfolded the neighborhood map across a café table, pinning its corners with sugar packets. “Bill, the children arrive at noon, giddy and unobservant. We slip through the garden, seize the presents, and vanish before cake.” “Bill, that plan ignores the clown, the parents, and the terrifying grandmother guarding the gift table with binoculars.” “We distract them. I’ll pose as a magician; you become my assistant, preferably less suspicious than usual.” “I cannot become less suspicious. My face looks like it owes money.” “Then wear the rabbit ears. Nobody suspects a man wearing rabbit ears.” “Fine. But if a toddler challenges me to a duel, you’re carrying the loot.” “And the balloon animals, obviously, Bill.” Bill studied the bright red house circled in crayon, then studied the waiter, who had started studying them. Outside, balloons bobbed above the target like cheerful warning flags. Molly tapped the schedule: games, lunch, magician, cake, presents. Bill nodded gravely, as though discussing a museum robbery rather than stuffed dinosaurs and glittery boxes. A small boy raced past the window wearing a pirate hat and brandishing a foam sword. Both thieves ducked. The boy paused, squinted, then marched onward, apparently satisfied they were ordinary criminals.