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Molly flattened herself beside the fence while Bill held cupcakes. “Molly, the bouncy castle is definitely watching me right now.” “It is not watching you, Bill. It has painted eyes.” “Painted eyes are worse, Molly. They see every criminal choice.” “Focus. The presents are under the cake table right now.” “All of them? Even the suspiciously lumpy little blue ones?” “Especially those. Lumpy presents are either expensive toys or socks.” “We steal socks too? I thought we always had standards.” “Standards are optional. Tonight we steal every present in sight.” “Professional. Silent. I am practically invisible when I am sneaking.” “You chewed a candy whistle during our serious planning meeting.” Bill crept toward the garden gate and pointed at children. “Molly, there are children. Many children. Twenty children, maybe more.” “Twenty is a swarm, but they are distracted by magic.” “A clown? Is the clown committed to his silly work?” “Very committed. If he turns, we turn much faster away.” “Plan again. I need comfort before we commit terrible theft.” “We enter quietly, grab the sack, swap it, leave fast.” “What is in the decoy sack you brought along today?” “My old toys. Sentimental, but perfect camouflage for small crimes.” “What if a child wants a present from our sack?” “You hiss. Hissing terrifies children and interrupts polite birthday conversation.” “I cannot hiss. I have a very gentle criminal throat.” “Then cough menacingly. Menacing coughs are your only real talent.” “Molly, what if that clown recognizes us from last year?” “We robbed a different circus. Eyebrows are not solid evidence.” Bill lifted a paper plate with two holes punched out. “This is a plate, not a proper criminal mask, Molly.” “It is a mask. Cake makes excellent disguise material too.” “Cake is evidence. Eat the evidence before anyone notices us.” He ate part of the mask and smiled very proudly. “Now it is a crescent moon. Extremely mysterious and stylish.” “Molly, I hear music. Children are starting to dance wildly.” “It is freeze dance. We move when they freeze still.” “Like ninjas. Festive ninjas carrying enormous sacks of stolen presents.” “Quiet. This is our moment. Do not step on children.” “Do not step on presents. Do not apologize either, Bill.” “I always apologize. It is my nicest criminal habit, Molly.” “Tonight you are a shadow. Shadows never apologize for anything.” The clown spun a balloon giraffe while children screamed happily. Molly grabbed Bill by his collar and pushed him forward. The gate squeaked, but butter made it almost silent again. They slipped into the yard as bubbles filled the air. The sack under the cake table looked enormous and lumpy. Bill pocketed a frosting star and burped softly with pride. They lifted the sack, swapped it, then froze instantly nearby. A tiny child stared at them with serious birthday suspicion. Molly shook her head while Bill whispered absolutely nothing useful. They marched out slowly, carrying every present and one star. Somewhere behind them, the clown began another extremely silly song.