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Molly unfolded the crayon map while Bill inspected his inflatable giraffe disguise. “Molly, remind me why the giraffe needs a moustache?” “Because, Bill, every adult at a children’s party needs a plausible backstory.” “That explains nothing.” “It explains authority.” “Giraffes don’t have authority.” “This one supervises balloons.” “And our objective?” “Enter the garden, compliment the magician, locate the present table, and liberate the merchandise.” “You mean steal toys from six-year-olds.” “Temporarily redistribute joy.” “To us?” “We’ve had a difficult year.” “My conscience is itching.” “That’s the polyester neck.” “What if they ask me to eat leaves?” “Chew confidently.” “What if the magician recognizes us?” “From where?” “His last show. We stole his rabbit.” “We borrowed Gerald.” “Gerald bit me.” “He opposed innovation.” “And how do we carry thirty presents?” “In the piñata.” “The piñata is shaped like a police car.” “I appreciate irony.” “I appreciate prison less.” “Then stick to the code names.” “Right. You’re Captain Cupcake, I’m Long-Neck Larry.” “No, you’re Professor Hooves.” “I’m dressed as a giraffe.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects academic livestock.” “That sentence has made crime feel embarrassing.” “The clown’s watching us.” “Smile.” Outside, six toddlers immediately recognized them as amateurs.