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Molly was taping a pink plastic tiara to her forehead with duct tape. Bill watched from the kitchen doorway holding a clipboard and a half-eaten donut. "That's not a disguise, that's a cry for help," he said. "It says I'm a birthday fairy godmother," Molly said. "The invitation said seven year old twins. Seven year olds love fairies and they love godmothers. Mostly they love presents." Bill flipped a page. "Address is Maple Court, backyard. Party starts at three. Parents will be inside watching a soccer game. One security guard, which is actually just Mrs. Henderson with a bad hip and a fly swatter." "Perfect. We go in as party entertainers. I do glitter, you do balloon animals." "You can't do balloon animals." "I learned on YouTube. It says one balloon, one twist, one existential crisis." Bill sighed. "Molly, the plan is simple. We get in, we wait for the gift table, we grab everything, we leave through the slide." "The slide is a good exit strategy. Very low profile. Also very loud." "It squeaks. We'll oil it." Molly pointed at his clipboard. "What are we taking?" "Everything. Boxes, bags, the whole table. The twins have twelve presents each. That's twenty four boxes. Plus a giant stuffed dinosaur." "Can we fit a dinosaur in the van?" "We leave the dinosaur." "You can't leave the dinosaur. It's a statement piece." "It's a ninety pound statement piece." Molly adjusted the tiara. "Fine. We take the dinosaur and we tell the parents it ran away with the other presents. It's a heist with a moral." Bill wrote that down. "You're going to moralize a robbery?" "I'm going to accessorize a robbery. Pink cape, fairy wings, the works. Kids won't question it. Adults will be too polite to say anything because I'm a woman in a tiara." "You're a woman in a tiara holding a crowbar." "It's a wand." "You taped a crowbar to a wand." "Art." Bill checked his watch. "We need to be there by two thirty. Costumes in the car." "Do we have a getaway driver?" "We are the getaway drivers. I drive, you navigate and throw candy at anyone who follows us." "Deal. Also we need a cover story for why we're leaving early." "We got a call. Another party. A birthday emergency." Molly grinned. "I love it. We steal presents and then we steal another party." "That's the spirit." Bill tossed the donut in the trash and pulled a sequined vest off the back of a chair. Molly was already spraying glitter over the kitchen table. "One more thing," she said. "If a kid cries when we take their gifts, what do we do?" "We give them a sticker." "And if they ask why the fairy is taking the presents?" Bill smiled. "You tell them the fairy needs them for a very important magic trick. And then we run." The back door banged open and the rain started.