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“Bill,” Molly said, “we are committing a crime against birthday cheer.” Bill checked a wristwatch. “Only if the crime fits through the doggy door.” Molly held a crayon map. “Timmy is turning four. The parents are soft. The dog is a witness.” “The dog is on our side?” “The dog is on cheese cubes.” Bill nodded. “Then the plan is sound.” “We need roles.” “I’m distraction.” “You’re too cute for distraction.” “Flattery is a weapon.” “Then you’re the cart.” “Cart?” “You push.” “I already push a cart emotionally.” “Push the plastic one.” “Can I push it dramatically?” “Yes, but silently.” “Impossible.” “Try.” “Do we need napkins?” “We need napkins.” “The presents are sticky.” “Glitter, obviously.” “Yes.” Molly unfolded a napkin. “The presents sit by the cake.” “The cake is also a target?” “Only if it is small enough.” Bill frowned. “I brought a bigger bag.” Molly produced a grocery bag printed with smiling fruit. “I brought a smaller plan.” Bill pointed to a drawing. “When do we strike?” “Two p.m. Naptime is our cover.” “Naptime? In a park? Under a tree?” Molly tapped the map. “The bounce house blocks the view.” Bill gasped. “You are evil.” “I am organized.” “What if the parents notice?” “The parents notice glitter.” “We can be glitter.” “No. Glitter is sticky.” “I will be elegant glitter.” “You will be a crime scene.” “Can I take the balloon arch?” “You are a thief, not a decorator.” “I can steal decoratively.” “Take the tablecloth.” “I love tablecloths.” “Use it as a sack.” Bill lifted the tablecloth. “I can see my future.” Molly opened the bag. “Socks, candy, one robot, and an expensive tricycle.” “Tricycle?” “It was wrapped in a box, Bill. It is a gift.” Bill hugged the box. “I will not leave him.” Molly stared. “We cannot steal the tricycle.” Bill narrowed his eyes. “Watch me.” A balloon popped. Molly whispered. “That was a birthday.” “That was an accident.” Bill grabbed two gifts. “I say we start with the small, portable treasures.” Molly took a dollhouse. “I say we take the big, stupid treasures.” Bill pointed to a gift table. “What about the box labeled ‘do not open’?” Molly lifted it. “It says that because it knows.” “Knows what?” “Knows it is ours.” Bill loaded the cart. “Molly, the dog is watching us.” Molly handed the dog a cheese cube. “Good. Now he is an accessory.” The robot gift beeped. “Happy birthday, Molly,” it said. “Happy birthday, Bill,” it said. Bill froze. “Did it steal the presents?” “It stole the moment.” Molly grabbed the robot. “Take everything.” Bill lifted a pile. “I need another cart.” “Use the stroller.” “The stroller has a baby in it.” Molly checked the napkin. “No. That is a very large teddy bear.” Bill kissed the bear. “I love you, Molly.” “We are not in love. We are in crime.” “Same.” They ran. The robot beeped behind them, the dog followed, and the present pile collapsed into one glorious, glittery crime scene.