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Molly crouched behind the hedge, studying the balloon-covered bungalow through binoculars. “Birthday parties are softer targets than banks.” Bill adjusted his black ski mask, which had cartoon penguins on it. “Banks don’t have jelly, Molly. Jelly complicates extraction.” “Focus. Front door is guarded by one grandmother, armed with a cardigan and suspicious instincts.” “I’ve faced worse.” “You cried when Mrs. Pemberton asked if you wanted seconds.” “She was very persuasive.” Inside, children shrieked around a magician. A mountain of wrapped presents glittered beneath a banner reading HAPPY SIXTH, OLIVER! Bill pointed. “There’s the haul. Trucks, dolls, a telescope, perhaps a moderately expensive robot.” “And enough wrapping paper to choke a horse.” “How do we get in?” Molly unfolded a plan. “You pose as the entertainer. I’ll be your assistant.” “I can’t do magic.” “You once made our getaway van disappear.” “That was poor parking.” Bill marched to the door carrying a saucepan. Molly followed, wearing rabbit ears. The grandmother opened it. “Who are you?” Bill bowed. “Professor Bill’s Incredible Pan of Mystery.” Molly whispered, “Say something magical.” Bill lifted the saucepan. “Abracadabra. Please ignore the burglary.” The grandmother blinked. From inside, a child yelled, “Can he make my dad disappear?” Bill brightened. “Madam, I believe we have an opening.” Molly smiled. “Showtime.”