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Molly spread the plan across the hood of the getaway car: a crayon drawing of a birthday cake, three balloons, and a door labeled BACK. “We enter through the kitchen,” she whispered. Bill studied the map. “That’s a window.” “Then we enter through the window.” He nodded gravely, as if this were the sort of strategic flexibility taught at a very expensive criminal academy. Across the street, the children’s party pulsed with music and the shrieks of people who had not yet learned to fear clowns. Their target was a mountain of wrapped presents beside the cake. Molly had brought a sack. Bill had brought a fake mustache, which he insisted made him look like a harmless uncle. They crept around the house and found the kitchen window open. Molly climbed in first, landing among bowls of potato salad. Bill followed, got one leg stuck, and emerged wearing a serving tray like a knight’s shield. A small boy stared at them. “Are you the magicians?” “Absolutely,” Molly said. Bill produced a rabbit from the sack. It was, in fact, a very confused sock puppet. The children applauded. Molly improvised a disappearing act, vanishing the presents into the sack while Bill distracted everyone with a dance that suggested his knees had separate legal counsel. They escaped with the gifts, the cake, and three party hats. In the car, Molly checked the haul. “Mostly toys,” she said. Bill sighed. “We’ll need a bigger getaway car next time.”