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Molly spread the crayon map across the van’s dashboard while balloons bobbed beyond the windshield. Bill adjusted his clown wig with the dignity of a judge. “Front door has parents, cameras, and one extremely suspicious grandmother.” “So we use the bouncy castle.” “As transportation?” “As cover. Nobody questions a clown crawling from an inflatable unicorn.” “Everybody questions that, Molly.” “Not at children’s parties. Confusion is the dress code.” “And the presents?” “Stacked beside the cake. We enter, perform badly, then relocate them.” “Relocate them where?” “The laundry cart.” “We don’t have a laundry cart.” Molly pointed behind him. Bill turned. A tiny wagon waited, painted like a duck. “That is not a cart. That is poultry.” “Mobile poultry. Perfect camouflage.” Bill stared at the party. A magician pulled endless handkerchiefs from his sleeve. “What if the children recognize us as thieves?” “Smile and offer stickers.” “We have stickers?” “We have parking tickets. Cut them into stars.” “You planned this during breakfast, didn’t you?” “Halfway through toast.” Outside, the birthday child screamed with delight as the cake arrived, blazing with eleven candles. Molly started the engine. The duck wagon squeaked ominously. “One problem,” Bill said. “Those presents belong to children.” Molly sighed, folded the map, and removed her mask. “Fine. We steal the magician’s rabbit.” “Finally, an ethical crime.”