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Molly spread a crayon map across the bakery table. Bill squinted. “Right, the birthday party begins at three. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “Magicians?” “Too obvious.” “Clowns?” “Too terrifying.” “Accountants?” “No child willingly approaches an accountant, Bill.” “Exactly. We stand near the presents looking painfully boring.” “And then?” “We steal everything.” “Subtle. How do we carry forty parcels past twelve sugar-powered witnesses?” “We announce a game.” “Which game?” “Help the Accountants Load Their Van.” “That title needs sparkle.” “Extreme Tax Adventure?” “Worse.” “Treasure Audit?” “Better. What if a parent asks questions?” “You handle parents.” “I panic around authority.” “You once argued with a police horse.” “It started it.” “How?” “It gave me a judgmental look.” “Fine. I’ll handle parents. You charm the children.” “My charm is sophisticated.” “You own a hat with a propeller.” “It creates trust.” “It creates wind.” “Also trust.” “What about the birthday child?” “We offer a trade: every present for one enormous mystery box.” “What’s inside?” “Another, smaller box.” “And inside that?” “Smaller box.” “How long does this continue?” “Until university.” “Brilliant. One concern: where do we get an enormous box?” “We steal it from the magician.” Outside, a balloon popped; both ducked beneath the table.