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“The target is six years old,” Molly said. “Diabolical,” Bill replied. “The house has balloons, cake, and thirty-three presents.” “Security?” “One exhausted father, two grandmothers, and a magician called Marvellous Marvin.” “Armed?” “Wand, handkerchiefs, suspicious rabbit.” “We’ll need disguises.” “I’m going as a princess.” “You’re forty-seven.” “Princesses age, Bill.” “Then I’ll be a pirate.” “You’ve already got the limp.” “That’s sciatica.” “Authenticity is authenticity.” “How do we get inside?” “We say we’re the entertainment.” “They already have Marvin.” “We’re the emergency entertainment.” “What’s our act?” “Balloon burglary.” “That sounds incriminating.” “Fine. Interpretive juggling.” “Can you juggle?” “I can throw three things and apologize.” “And the presents?” “While you distract everyone, I load them into the van.” “What if the children notice?” “Children notice everything.” “So?” “Cake.” “Bribery?” “Redirection.” “What if Marvin interferes?” “Release his rabbit.” “Where?” “Near the grandmother with the salad.” “Why?” “No one watches presents during a rabbit-related salad emergency.” Bill adjusted his eyepatch. “There’s one problem.” “What?” “Stealing from children is rotten.” “They’re not real presents.” “What?” “The boxes contain stolen diamonds. The ‘father’ is Fingers McGraw.” “And the children?” “Undercover police.” “So the rabbit?” “Chief Inspector Nibbles.” Bill removed his eyepatch. “New plan?” “We attend politely.” “And steal the diamonds?” “No. We steal Marvin’s trick cake.” “Why?” “It has a file inside.” “Why?” “The police cake has our faces iced on it.” “Run?” “Pirate-princess tactical retreat.” They fled as the rabbit applauded.