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Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, squinting at the inflatable bounce house. A piñata dangled from a tree limb like a piñata-shaped target. “Okay, run it again,” Molly whispered, adjusting her night-vision goggles, which were just sunglasses with tape on them. “We go in when the magician starts the balloon animals,” Bill said. “That’s when the parents stop watching.” “They never watch,” Molly said. “But the presents are stacked on that table. Right next to the cake.” “You grab the loot. I’ll cause a diversion.” “What kind of diversion?” “I’ll pretend to be an uncle who’s had too much punch.” “You’re wearing a ski mask, Bill.” “A festive ski mask. It’s red and green.” Molly sighed. “And if the birthday kid cries?” “Then we cry too. Blame the clown.” “There is no clown.” “There’s always a clown, Molly. Metaphorically.” “You’re an idiot.” “I’m a professional.” “A professional what?” “A professional at getting us caught. Come on, the present pile’s got at least thirty gifts. That’s a solid haul.” “And the joy of a seven-year-old we’re about to crush.” “We’ll leave a thank-you note.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “For stealing?” “For the life lesson. Greed is a beast that eats you from within.” Bill grinned. “And also cake.”