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Molly flattened the birthday invitation against the van wall. The target: a backyard party with seventeen wrapped gifts. "We go in during cake," she said. Bill adjusted a spotted bow tie. "I hate clowns." "You are the clown." He groaned. "That is undercover." Molly checked her crayon sketch. Balloons formed a perimeter. A toddler guard napped by the punch bowl. The presents glittered under a paper banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN. "Grab the big one," she said. Bill cracked his knuckles. "Fine." They slipped through the hedge as a puppet show began. Molly distrusted puppets. Bill nearly tripped over a piñata donkey. A child screamed at their shoes. Molly froze, holding a cupcake like a weapon. The birthday boy reached for Bill's nose. Bill panicked, producing a balloon animal from his sleeve. The crowd gasped with delight. Molly grabbed three gifts, then saw the bouncy castle. It was a perfect escape route, if it did not smell like socks. The parents applauded. The thieves escaped with every present, one juice stain, and a suspicious invitation to next week's magic show. Somewhere, a goat bleated, which was odd, since goats were never on the entertainment contract Molly had memorized that morning.