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“The plan is simple, Bill. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “Clowns?” “Too terrifying.” “Magicians?” “Too competent.” “Princesses?” “Your beard complicates Cinderella.” “Pirates?” “Finally, realism. We’re stealing treasure.” Molly spread a crayon map across the dashboard. “Front door, balloon arch, cake table, presents.” “What’s the squiggle?” “Security.” “It’s a dachshund.” “Exactly. Low clearance, excellent pursuit.” “I’ll bring sausages.” “No meat. We’re professionals.” “Cheese?” “Acceptable bribery.” “And the children?” “Distract them.” “How?” “Balloon animals.” “I only know balloon worms.” “Call them snakes.” “What if they request giraffes?” “Long-necked snakes.” “Elephants?” “Snakes with allergies.” “Brilliant. You grab the presents?” “Yes. We replace them with identical boxes.” “What’s inside?” “Character-building disappointment.” “That seems cruel.” “Fine. Puzzles.” “Also cruel.” “Crayons.” “Washable?” “We’re thieves, not monsters.” Bill adjusted his plastic eyepatch. “What’s our escape signal?” “Happy birthday.” “That’ll happen constantly.” “Then use ‘The parrot has left the pudding.’” “We don’t have a parrot.” “That’s why it’s distinctive.” “Where do we sell children’s presents?” “We don’t.” “What?” “We return them after photographing everything.” “Why?” “To identify the legendary diamond hidden in one.” “And if there isn’t a diamond?” “We keep the cheese.” A tiny dachshund appeared outside the window. “Bill?” “Yes?” “Security knows.” “Drive.” “You’re driving.” “Then scream professionally.” “The parrot has left the pudding!” They screamed professionally.