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The getaway van crouched behind a hedge shaped like a duck. A very plastic flamingo judged them from the lawn. Bill checked his reflection in a spoon, adjusted his paper hat, and frowned at the suburban house glowing with balloons. Somewhere inside, children chanted for more sugar. Molly unfolded a crumpled invitation. “Phase one,” she whispered, “is infiltration. You’re Uncle Bob the magician. I’m your silent, beautiful assistant. We mingle, locate the present table, and vanish with the swag.” Bill groaned and adjusted his fake mustache. It immediately fell into his lap. Bill paled. “Last time I did magic, I sawed a cake in half and the birthday girl screamed for an hour. I’m banned from three party supply stores.” Molly ignored him and handed him a plastic wand. “That was parlor magic for adults. This is a kid. Their expectations are lower. Also, their security is a golden retriever named Mr. Wiggles.” Bill stared at the cheerful chaos. Children hurled cake. A piñata leaked candy. Somewhere, a balloon animal died. “Fine,” he said. “But if a toddler bites me, I’m keeping the loot.” Molly nodded. “Deal. Put on the nose. And remember, no actual magic. Just grab and grin.”