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"The party begins at three, so we need tiny gloves, a distraction unicorn, and one very large sack," Molly said. "Large is suspicious, Molly, but a stroller lined with foil might pass as an elaborate gift delivery today," Bill replied. "Children notice everything. Parents notice nothing, especially when the clown says please do not feed the presents today," Molly warned. "Can the stroller hide a stolen bicycle, a robot dinosaur, and a cake shaped like the moon tonight?" Bill asked. "No bicycles. The parents expect balloons. We fill balloons, then swap them for smaller, shinier, guiltier prizes today," Molly muttered. "What if the magician sees us? Our magician is me, but he might notice my nervous bunny ears," Bill asked. "Your ears are perfect. They suggest whimsy, not crime, which makes stealing forty presents almost respectable today, maybe," Molly laughed. "Maybe is a felony word. Tonight, we commit precise joy. We leave the birthday boy only wrapping paper," Bill groaned. "And if caught, we blame the clown. He has shoes, a wig, and absolutely no alibi whatsoever today," Molly smiled. "Clowns never tell. Load the candy, hide the crowbars, polish the stroller, and steal all the happiness today," Bill grinned.