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“Molly, the invitation says Captain Sprinkles turns six at three o’clock,” Bill whispered, crouched behind the hedge. “Why are we here at noon?” “Reconnaissance, Bill. A successful thief studies the battlefield.” “It’s a bouncy castle with a unicorn on it.” “Exactly. High walls, unpredictable air currents, and children trained to scream when startled.” Bill peered through the leaves at the garden. “I see balloons, a picnic table, and a man wearing a pirate hat backwards.” “That’s the birthday boy’s father. Code name: Rear Admiral.” “You made that up.” “I make everything up until it becomes true.” A woman emerged carrying cardboard boxes wrapped in bright paper and placed them beside the patio door. Bill’s eyes widened. “There they are.” “The presents,” Molly breathed. “Twenty-seven of them, maybe thirty. Glittery paper. Curly ribbons. A plush dinosaur with a bow big enough to strangle a mayor.” “We’re really stealing birthday presents from children?” “We are redistributing luxury goods from tiny people who already own six thousand crayons.” “One of those looks like a science kit.” “Then we’ll be improving our education.” “And that one is a dollhouse.” “Property acquisition.” Bill adjusted his black knit cap. “I feel wrong wearing black at a children’s party.” “Fine. Put on the disguise.” He pulled a paper cone hat from his pocket. It read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CAPTAIN SPRINKLES! in silver letters. “I look ridiculous.” “You look like an uncle who brings bargain-bin juice boxes.” “I don’t know how uncles behave.” “Practice. Say something disappointing about a mortgage.” Bill cleared his throat. “Children, someday the bank will own your dreams.” “Perfect. Chillingly authentic.” Molly opened her canvas sack. “At three fifteen, the magician arrives. At three twenty, he performs the disappearing rabbit trick. At three twenty-one, every child becomes morally useless.” “Because of the rabbit?” “Because of the cake. Chocolate volcano cake. I’ve watched footage. When the frosting erupts, they lose all sense of perimeter security.” Bill nodded solemnly. “And then?” “You mingle near the gift table. I slip through the patio door. You create a diversion.” “I’m not good at diversions.” “You once set off a museum alarm by sneezing.” “That was allergies.” “It was memorable allergies.” Bill looked toward the house. “What kind of diversion?” “Something festive. Harmless. Confusing.” “I could release balloons.” “Too gentle.” “I could pretend to be the magician.” “Too many witnesses. Also, you cannot pull a rabbit from a hat.” “I can pull a sandwich from a hat.” “Save that for an emergency.” A small girl in a pirate costume marched past the hedge, holding a plastic telescope. She stopped, stared directly at them, and raised the telescope to her eye. Bill froze. “She’s spotted us.” Molly smiled and waved. “Ahoy, Captain!” The girl lowered the telescope. “Why are you hiding in Mrs. Pemberton’s hedge?” “Treasure hunt,” Molly said quickly. “For what treasure?” Bill blurted, “Presents.” Molly kicked his ankle. “Theoretical presents,” he added. “Like… friendship.” The girl considered this. “Friendship doesn’t have ribbons.” “Some kinds do,” Molly said. The girl pointed at the patio. “The good presents are inside. My aunt says people steal things if you leave them outside.” Molly and Bill slowly turned toward the house. “Inside?” Bill whispered. Molly’s expression brightened. “Well. That’s convenient.” The girl squinted. “Are you thieves?” “No,” said Molly. “Yes,” said Bill. Molly kicked him again. The girl grinned. “Cool. Can you steal my brother’s drum set?” Bill looked at Molly. Molly looked at the house. “New plan,” she said. “We’re doing community service.”