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The van smelled of croissants and panic. Molly wore a unicorn hoodie. Bill wore a balloon mustache. The birthday house hummed behind the fence. “Okay, Bill. We go in, we grab the presents, we leave before anyone notices the cake.” Molly checked her list of crimes. “How do we get past the bouncy castle?” “We don’t. We use the bouncy castle.” Bill scratched it. “It itches.” “Good. Itching keeps you alert.” Molly pointed through the hedge. “There. Presents. A mountain of shiny boxes.” “Not a mountain. A robbery.” She pulled out a party horn. “What is that?” “Confusion device. Children scatter. Adults pretend. Presents remain.” Bill looked unimpressed. “You stole presents once?” Molly frowned. “Metaphorically.” Bill pointed to a goat. “The invitation mentioned a goat.” “Maybe I embellished.” She opened the side door. “Phase one: enter. Phase two: distract. Phase three: remove gifts.” Bill lifted a folding cart. “We brought a hot dog cart?” Molly pushed the cart. “It says Wiener Wagon. It is deliciously suspicious.” They approached the table. “Target acquired.” A clown laughed. “Are you a clown?” Molly straightened her hoodie. “Tonight I am a magician who steals attention.” Bill stared at the wrapped boxes. “All of them?” Molly checked her watch. “Every shiny, ribboned, suspiciously lightweight present.” Bill dragged the cart. “That is too much.” Molly smiled. “That is enough.” Bill made the unicorn bow. “If they ask why, say what?” Molly handed him a party hat. “Say we are looking for the remote-control car in the biggest present.” Bill whispered, horrified. “That is stupid.” Molly grinned. “It is perfect. A car that goes nowhere, like our career.” “Did you bring gloves?” “Silk.” “Silk?” “Professional thieves wear silk.” “Why?” “It looks expensive while doing nothing.” “What if we get caught?” “We blame Kevin.” “Kevin?” “The goat. Guilty goats have names.” “That makes no sense.” “That is sense. Senseless.” “The presents will be in the cart.” “The cart has mustard.” “Mustard adds legitimacy.” “Legitimacy?” “We are thieves, not magicians.” “Tonight we are a magician with a cart.” “A magician with mustard?” “Exactly. No one trusts a clean cart.” “What about the piñata?” “It is a donkey. Donkeys wait. Donkeys judge.” “You are saying things again.” “Good. Keep talking. Talking confuses children.” “Children are confusing.” “Children are witnesses. Small, sticky witnesses.” “Sticky witnesses.” “Yes. Do not touch the frosting.” “The cake?” “The cake is a decoy.” “Why?” “Because it is large, bright, and completely empty.” “Empty?” “Emotionally.” “Okay. I will blame Kevin.” “Kevin is a witness.” “A witness to what?” “To our excellence.” “Our what?” “To our excellence and minor property crimes.” “You said it again.” “Yes.” “Kevin understands.” “Good boy.” “Donkey?” The door swung open. “Remember the code word.” Bill clutched the cart. “Batteries?” “Batteries.” Molly nodded. From the castle, a goat bleated. “Then the plan gets better.” “We steal the goat too?” Bill followed. Molly whispered. “Be enthusiastic.” They charged inside. The music started, bright and terrible. Party hats spun on springs. Kevin stared. Molly froze there.