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Molly unfolded the blueprint across the kitchen table, pinning its corners beneath four suspiciously heavy cupcakes. “Here,” she whispered. “The target.” Bill leaned closer. “That’s a drawing of a dinosaur.” “It’s a floor plan disguised as a drawing of a dinosaur.” “Why does the dinosaur have a party hat?” “Camouflage.” “Why is the guest bathroom labeled ‘T-Rex Den’?” “Psychological warfare.” Bill nodded solemnly, then ate one of the cupcakes. “What’s the objective?” “Every present in the living room. We enter during the magician’s performance, avoid the parents, bypass the balloon arch, and leave through the garden gate.” “Your plan has a balloon arch?” “Unfortunately, the enemy is festive.” Molly tapped the map. “The presents are stacked beneath the birthday banner.” “How many?” “Twenty, maybe thirty.” “Any valuables?” “They’re children’s presents, Bill.” “So, no valuables.” “Some might contain electronic equipment.” “Such as?” “Toy helicopters. Tablets. A karaoke microphone.” Bill’s eyes widened. “The microphone alone could fetch—” “We are not fencing a microphone.” “We could form a band.” “We are thieves, not musicians.” “That’s what musicians say before they become thieves.” Molly reached into her coat and produced two party hats. One was blue, the other covered in glittering stars. “Disguises,” she said. Bill stared at them. “We’re infiltrating a children’s party as children?” “No. As entertainers.” “What’s my act?” “You juggle.” “I can’t juggle.” “You can learn before Saturday.” “With what?” “Oranges.” “We’re stealing presents, not joining the circus.” Molly sighed. “Fine. You’ll be the clown.” “I refuse.” “You have the face for it.” “I have the dignity for a respectable burglary.” “Your last respectable burglary ended with you trapped in a linen cupboard, wearing a hotel bathrobe.” “That was reconnaissance.” “That was Tuesday.” Bill examined the blueprint. “What about security?” “Two parents near the refreshments, one grandmother guarding the cake, and a toddler who appears to understand everything.” “The toddler is the real threat.” “I know.” “Can we distract him?” “I’ve prepared a squeaky rubber chicken.” Bill looked impressed. “You’ve thought of everything.” “I also brought disguises for the presents.” He blinked. “Why would presents need disguises?” “To make them look like catering equipment.” “Ah.” “When the magician pulls a rabbit from his hat, we move.” “What if he pulls something else?” “Then we improvise.” “What if the birthday child catches us?” “We give him the microphone.” “That’s bribery.” “That’s diplomacy.” “And if the parents catch us?” Molly folded the blueprint and slipped it away. “We tell them we’re late entertainers.” Bill put on the glittering hat. “Do I look convincing?” “You look like a disco ball lost a bet.” “Excellent. Children love confidence.” “They love balloons.” “Then let’s steal some balloons too.” Molly opened the back door. From somewhere beyond the alley came the shriek of a party horn. Bill swallowed. “Remember, Molly, no unnecessary noise.” “Of course.” He stepped on the squeaky chicken. The alley erupted with a loud, indignant honk. Molly closed her eyes. “We’re doomed.” Bill straightened his hat. “Or famous.”