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“Tell me again why we’re robbing a children’s party,” Molly whispered. “Because,” Bill whispered back, “the invitation says ‘bring a gift,’ and the hostess has a suspiciously large garage.” “That is not evidence. That is a birthday party.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects a birthday party.” “Nobody suspects a library, either, but I’m not planning to steal the dictionaries.” “You would if they had gift wrap.” They crouched behind a hedge across from the yellow house, dressed as professional party entertainers. Molly wore a glittery magician’s cape over black trousers. Bill wore a foam dinosaur costume with the head tucked under one arm. “You’re supposed to be the dinosaur,” Molly said. “I can’t see through the nostrils.” “Then use the mouth.” “The mouth is filled with a child’s missing shoe.” Molly stared at him. “You’ve had that this whole time?” “It’s part of the disguise.” “It’s a size-three sneaker.” “Very convincing, then.” Across the street, children shrieked around a rented inflatable castle. Balloons bobbed over the fence. Through the garage window, Molly spotted a mountain of brightly wrapped presents. “There,” she said. “The loot.” “Potential loot,” Bill corrected. “We need a plan.” “Our plan is simple. We go in, perform the magic act, locate the presents, and leave with everything.” “Everything?” “Everything.” “What about the cake?” “Bill.” “I’m only asking. If there’s fondant, it could be valuable.” A woman in a paper crown opened the front door and called, “Magician and dinosaur! You’re late!” Molly stood, swept her cape dramatically, and smiled. “We were delayed by traffic.” Bill rose beside her, holding the dinosaur head. “And an emotionally complicated shoelace.” The woman blinked. “Children’s entertainer?” “Exactly,” Molly said. “We specialize in wonder.” “And mild confusion,” Bill added. Inside, the party roared around them. Molly guided Bill toward the living room while pretending to pull scarves from his sleeve. “Keep smiling,” she murmured. “I am smiling.” “You look like you’ve swallowed a lemon.” “I’m concentrating on not eating the finger sandwiches.” “You can eat one after the presents are secured.” “Two?” “One and a half.” They passed a table piled with gifts. Molly subtly examined the stacks. “Red bows go in the left sack,” she whispered. “Blue bows in the right.” “Why?” “Because if we mix them, the getaway inventory becomes chaotic.” “Understood. Red is left, blue is right. What about glitter?” “Glitter is never right.” A little boy approached. “Can you make my toy disappear?” “Certainly,” Molly said. The boy handed her a plastic robot. Bill leaned close. “That’s not one of the presents.” “I know.” Molly tucked the robot beneath her cape, then produced it from Bill’s dinosaur mouth. The children cheered. Bill coughed. “I’m developing a reputation.” When the children surged toward the cake, Molly and Bill began loading presents into two oversized costume bags. “Faster,” Molly said. “I’m trying, but this box is labeled ‘to Aunt Susan.’” “Then leave it.” “Why?” “Adults are unpredictable. Children’s presents contain toys. Adults’ presents contain scented candles and moral judgment.” They reached the back door, but the birthday woman blocked it. “Leaving already?” Molly raised a hand. “Final trick.” She snapped her fingers. Bill pulled the dinosaur head over his own. “Now,” Molly said, “the magician disappears.” She ducked behind the cake table. Bill waddled toward the yard, bags bulging. The children applauded wildly. “Where’s the magician?” someone shouted. “Probably in the presents!” Bill roared. Molly emerged wearing the paper crown. “Correct!” Outside, they sprinted to the hedge. Bill dropped the bags. “We did it!” Molly opened one and frowned. “These are all empty boxes.” From the house came a delighted chorus. Molly slowly turned toward Bill. “You stole the wrapping supplies.” Bill held up the missing sneaker. “At least we got this.” “Run.”