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"Balloon arch or back gate?" Bill asked. "Back gate," Molly said. "The arch is decoy-obvious." "It's a five-year-old's birthday party." "Exactly. Kids have security." Bill adjusted his black turtleneck. "We blend in how?" "I'm the magician's assistant. You're the guy who smells like regret." "I smell like tactical wool." "Same difference. We go at cake time. The parents are sugar-blind." Bill nodded. "Present table?" "Under the unicorn piñata. Which, by the way, is armed." "Armed?" "Candy and trauma." "How many gifts?" "Forty-seven minimum." "For one child?" "Name's Archduke something." "We need sacks." "Elegant sackcloth." "Gloves?" "Fingerless. I need dexterity for ribbon cutting." "Ribbon cutting?" "You never know what's wrapped in gold paper versus emotional damage." Bill sighed. "Exit?" "Same gate. I distract them with a card trick involving a missing quarter." "That's not magic. That's theft." "At this party, Bill, it's identical." "Timing?" "When the clown cries. 3:15 sharp. I've seen the schedule." "You scouted his emotional breakdown?" "I scouted everything. There's a dog in a tutu guarding the east wing." "East wing?" "It's a ranch house. Work with me." "I'm working, I'm working." "Good. Don't trip the bubble machine." "Bubble machines don't have alarms." "These do. Very wealthy child." Bill pulled on gloves. "Let's steal Christmas in July." "It's a dinosaur theme, Bill. Let's steal the Jurassic period."