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Molly unfolded the crayon map while Bill tested a false mustache that squeaked whenever he breathed. “Entrance?” “Front door, disguised as entertainers.” “You juggle?” “I can drop three oranges in a pattern.” “That’s not juggling.” “It is if the children have low expectations.” “And my role?” “Magician.” “I know one trick.” “Excellent.” “I make coins disappear into vending machines.” “Less excellent. We need the presents, not applause.” “How do we identify presents worth stealing?” “Shake them.” “At a children’s party?” “Gently.” “What if one contains a puppy?” “Then it will shake us back.” “Good system. Escape route?” “Through the kitchen, past the cake, into the laundry chute.” “Is there a laundry chute?” “No, but every proper mansion should have one.” “This is a bungalow.” “Then we’ll steal horizontally.” “What about security?” “Six-year-olds, one grandmother, and a balloon artist called Knuckles.” “Knuckles sounds dangerous.” “He makes poodles.” “Exactly. Nobody chooses that life without darkness.” “We need a distraction.” “I’ll announce the donkey has escaped.” “Is there a donkey?” “There will be panic either way.” “And if we’re caught?” “We claim we’re collecting gifts for another birthday.” “Whose?” “Mine.” “When is it?” “Eventually.” Bill’s mustache squeaked twice. “Brilliant. Commence squeaking.”