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The bouncy castle is the vault, Molly whispered, unfolding a crayon map. We enter through the slide, neutralize the cake, and bag every present before naptime. Bill adjusted a tiny party hat. Neutralize the cake how? With spoons. Brilliant. But the birthday kid has a dragon pinata. A cardboard witness. Ignore it. They crouched behind a hedge of paper streamers, watching children conga. I hate children, Bill said. You are one. Exactly. I know their tactics. Sticky hands. Sonic screams. They will defend those gifts like tiny lawyers. Molly checked her glitter cannon. We distract them with the magician. The magician is late. Then we become the magician. Bill pulled a rabbit from his duffel. The rabbit looked unionized. Fine, he said. I vanish presents. You juggle ethics. Ethics are at another party. They slipped toward the gift table as music began. A child pointed. Bill bowed. Molly threw confetti like a smoke grenade. The presents vanished into sacks stitched from circus curtains. Somewhere, a parent applauded, assuming the grand theft was an elaborate magic act booked by somebody probably richer louder and significantly less responsible. See? Molly laughed. Children love a show. Bill sighed. They clap for our crime.