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“Bill, repeat the plan.” “We enter disguised as entertainers.” “What sort?” “You’re a princess. I’m a magician.” “You look nothing like a magician.” “I have a hat.” “That’s a salad bowl painted black.” “It has stars.” “They’re pasta.” “Decorative pasta.” Molly peered through the hedge at balloons bobbing above the garden fence. “Then what?” “We perform, distract the children, locate the presents, and escape.” “How?” “In the bouncy castle.” “That isn’t transport.” “It might be downhill.” “The garden is flat.” “Then we bounce urgently.” “Bill, there are twenty children, twelve parents, a clown, and a Labrador.” “I’ll hypnotize the Labrador.” “With what?” “Sausage.” “That’s bribery.” “Dogs respect traditional methods.” “And the presents?” “We put them in the giant cake.” “The cake is real.” “Even better. Nobody suspects cake.” “Nobody suspects cake because cake cannot carry bicycles.” “We prioritize.” “Fine. Dolls, games, robots.” “And the enormous wrapped box.” “Probably a playhouse.” “Probably treasure.” “It says ‘refrigerator’ on the side.” “A cunning label.” The gate creaked. A small girl stared at them. “Are you the entertainers?” “Yes,” said Bill. “No,” said Molly. “You’re late,” said the girl. “Also, your bowl is leaking pasta.” “Magic,” whispered Bill. “Run,” whispered Molly. “Toward the presents?” “Toward another career.”