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Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor, weighing it down with a rubber duck and an old cupcake. “We go in during cake,” Molly said. “Cake is the perfect cover,” Bill said. “Every child will be sticky,” Molly said. “Sticky children are slow,” Bill said. “We take the presents first,” Molly said. “Then the balloons?” Bill asked. “Balloons are evidence,” Molly said. “Evidence of fun?” Bill asked. “Evidence of our crime,” Molly said. “The gate is guarded,” Molly said. “By what?” Bill asked. “One teenager with glitter,” Molly said. “I fear glitter,” Bill said. “Everyone fears glitter,” Molly said. “That is why it works,” Bill said. “Molly, we need a signal for the cake.” “Bill, the signal is me eating the cake.” “What if there are two giant cakes, Molly?” “Then we steal both cakes and the presents.” “Who carries the enormous cake, you or me?” “You carry it because I carry the presents.” “Bill, I cannot carry cake and dignity together.” “Molly, your dignity is already in the van.” “Fine, the rusty van gets cake duty too.” “All children will suspect the suspicious van, Bill.” “They suspect nothing when clowns bring balloons today.” “Wait, we are actual birthday clowns now, Molly?” “That is absolutely the best disguise yet, Bill.” Molly lifted a radio shaped like a juice box. It emitted the sound of a puppet coughing. “Test complete,” Molly said. “Brilliant,” Bill said. “Now review the bags,” Molly said. Bill opened three sacks labeled CANDY, NAPKINS, and DEFINITELY NOT TOYS. “I love labels,” Bill said. “They fool adults,” Molly said. “Adults are fools,” Bill said. “Children are witnesses,” Molly said. “Witnesses want crackers,” Bill said. “Then bring crackers,” Molly said. Bill stuffed crackers into his pockets with the tenderness of a magician hiding doves. Molly pointed at the backyard, where a pinata swung like a striped criminal. “The pinata is suspicious,” Molly said. “It knows too much,” Bill said. “Knock it out,” Molly said. “With kindness?” Bill asked. “With a broom,” Molly said. “I prefer kindness,” Bill said. “Kindness is louder,” Molly said. They crawled toward the hedge, dressed as two unusually tall birthday clowns. A sprinkler hissed. Somewhere, a ukulele played with dangerous enthusiasm. “Wait for the song,” Molly whispered. “Which song?” Bill whispered. “The one about sharks,” Molly whispered. “Sharks make them scream,” Bill whispered. “Screams hide footsteps,” Molly whispered. The first chorus exploded. Molly lifted the latch. Bill gasped at the pile of presents, wrapped in dinosaurs, rockets, and screaming pink princesses. “Grab everything,” Molly said. “Even the socks?” Bill asked. “Especially the socks,” Molly said. “Socks are currency,” Bill said. “Socks are victory,” Molly said. They filled the bags. A toddler appeared, holding a spoon and absolute authority. “Hello, small guardian,” Bill said. “Offer cracker,” Molly said. Bill offered. The toddler accepted, then bit his finger. “Retreat,” Molly said. “With dignity?” Bill asked. “With presents,” Molly said. They vanished over the fence just as the pinata burst, raining candy like tiny sugary applause.