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Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the bungalow’s balloon-studded fence through binoculars shaped like tiny opera glasses. Beyond it, six-year-olds shrieked around a magician whose rabbit appeared deeply resigned. Bill adjusted his black turtleneck, which had “World’s Best Uncle” embroidered across the chest in glitter. “You look suspicious,” Molly whispered. “I look festive.” The presents sat beneath a plastic pirate ship in the garden, wrapped in dinosaurs, rockets, and one alarming amount of pink foil. Molly unfolded the blueprint: a crayon drawing labelled TREASURE ZONE. Their route involved the compost bin, the paddling pool, and a narrow crawl beneath a table of juice boxes. Bill had packed lock picks, smoke pellets, and two party hats for camouflage. A gust of wind sent a napkin sailing over the hedge. It landed on Bill’s face, bearing the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARCHIE! “Perfect disguise,” he murmured. Molly checked her watch. The magician raised a wand. Children gasped. “Now,” she said. They vaulted the fence, landed in the paddling pool, and discovered it contained three inches of orange squash. Bill squealed. Across the lawn, the birthday boy pointed. “Mum! Those grown-ups are stealing my presents!” Molly grabbed the nearest parcel. “Abort gracefully.” Bill seized a gift bag. “Can we keep the cake?” “No.” They fled, pursued by tiny pirates, a furious parent, and the magician’s rabbit, which finally looked interested.