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“We enter through the bouncy castle,” Molly whispered, studying the party invitation as if it were a bank blueprint. Bill frowned. “That’s not an entrance. That’s a trampoline with delusions.” “Exactly. Nobody suspects a person emerging from a dinosaur’s mouth.” “Children will suspect. Children suspect everything. Last week one accused me of being a magician because I had a deck of cards.” “You were wearing a cape.” “It was raining.” Molly tapped the map. “The presents are stacked beside the cake. We grab the pile, glide out, and vanish.” “Glide how?” “I’ve brought roller skates.” “To a children’s party?” “Disguise.” Bill considered this. “I’m not skating past six-year-olds. They’ll challenge me to races. I’m vulnerable to competition.” “You’re vulnerable to cupcakes, too. Focus.” The bouncy castle shuddered. A small voice called, “Is there a grown-up in there?” Bill froze. “I think the dinosaur has a witness.” “Act natural.” “I’m dressed as a pirate.” “Then act pirate-natural.” Bill poked his head through the rubber jaws. “Arrr, I’m here to inspect the treasure!” A child pointed at him. “That’s my uncle.” Molly lowered the present sack. “Your uncle?” “Usually he wears the cape.” Bill sighed. “I knew the rain would ruin everything.” Molly handed the sack to the child. “Fine. We’ll steal the cake instead.” The child grinned. “You’ll need roller skates for that.” “Not again,” Bill groaned. “Race you!” the child shouted. Bill fled on skates, pursued by children, balloons, and one deeply offended dinosaur.