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“We enter disguised as magicians,” Molly said. “Too obvious,” Bill replied. “Every thief enters disguised as a magician.” “Name three.” “Merlino Fingers, the Great Klepto, and my Uncle Gerald.” “Your Uncle Gerald sells gutters.” “Now. After the rabbit incident.” “Fine. We’re balloon sculptors.” “I can’t sculpt balloons.” “You make snakes.” “That’s not sculpting. That’s inflation.” “The children won’t know.” “The children know everything. Small, sticky detectives, every one.” Molly unfolded the party invitation across the dashboard. “Birthday boy turns six at two. Cake at three. Presents unattended during musical statues.” “Why steal children’s presents?” “Because the diamond is hidden inside the giant teddy bear.” “Which giant teddy bear?” “The pink one.” “There’ll be forty pink teddy bears.” “Then we take them all.” “We cannot fit forty bears in a hatchback.” “We vacuum-pack them.” “Cruel.” “They’re stuffed.” “So was Uncle Gerald’s rabbit.” “Focus, Bill. We enter, make snakes, locate diamond, leave.” “What if they demand a balloon giraffe?” “Make a long snake with ambitions.” “And if the birthday boy hugs the diamond bear?” “We trade him.” “For what?” “This.” Molly produced a glittering toy crown. “Where’d you get that?” “Another party.” “You stole from children already?” “I prefer ‘market research.’” Bill sighed. “I’m driving.” “You’re making snakes.” “I demand artistic credit.” “Granted. Now inflate.”