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“We need a foolproof plan, Bill.” “I bought balloons.” “Balloons aren’t a plan.” “They’re camouflage.” “You’re dressed as a burglar.” “A festive burglar.” “Your mask has skulls.” “Cheerful skulls.” Molly sighed and peered through the hedge. “What’s security like?” “One grandmother, two terriers, and a magician.” “Armed?” “The grandmother has a handbag.” “Deadly.” “The magician worries me.” “Why?” “He made my wallet disappear.” “You paid him.” “That’s what he wants you to believe.” “Focus. We enter as entertainers, locate the presents, and leave unnoticed.” “What entertainers?” “I’m Princess Sparkle.” “You’ve got a beard.” “It’s an enchanted beard.” “And me?” “You’re Mister Giggles.” “I don’t giggle.” “Try.” “Ha.” “That sounded like a wardrobe falling downstairs.” “I’ll juggle.” “Can you juggle?” “I can throw three things and regret it.” A terrier barked beyond the hedge. “They’ve scented us.” “They’ve scented the sausages in your pockets.” “My emergency sausages?” “Give them here.” “No.” “Bill.” “They’re sentimental.” “They’re pork.” “Same thing in my family.” Music started in the garden. “That’s our cue.” “What if the children recognize us?” “Why would children recognize two professional thieves?” “Remember the museum?” “Those children were unusually observant.” “And bitey.” “Smile, wave, grab the presents.” “Which presents?” “All of them.” “Even the enormous box?” “Especially that one.” “What’s inside?” “Probably treasure.” “Or a bicycle.” “Treasure with wheels.” The hedge rustled. “Someone’s coming.” “Giggle, Bill.” “Ha.” “Louder.” “HA!” A grandmother appeared. “You two the clowns?” “Yes,” Molly said. “No,” Bill said. “Excellent,” said Grandmother. “You’re late.”