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Molly spread the floor plan across the bonnet of the getaway car. A cartoon frog smiled up at her, wearing a paper crown and holding a balloon. “Why does the security diagram have glitter on it?” Bill asked. “Because this is a children’s party,” Molly said. “The glitter is part of the security.” Bill leaned closer. “I thought the security was the six-foot clown.” “That’s the entertainer. The security is the grandmother with the handbag.” Across the park, a hired hall glowed with colored lights. Inside, children shrieked around a cake shaped like a pirate ship. Beneath a long table, a mountain of wrapped presents waited for the birthday girl to finish her party games. Molly tapped the plan. “We go in disguised as party staff. We collect the presents, load them into the van, and leave before anyone notices.” “What if someone asks us what we’re doing?” “We say we’re the magicians.” “Can you do a magic trick?” “I can make a room full of people look the other way.” “That’s not a trick. That’s a distraction.” “Exactly. You’re learning.” Bill adjusted his bow tie, which had tiny dancing dinosaurs on it. “I don’t like the costume.” “It’s either this or the princess dress.” “I’d look terrible in a princess dress.” “You looked wonderful in it last time.” “That was a different robbery.” They entered through the side door carrying a tray of cupcakes. Molly wore a paper chef’s hat; Bill wore a sash reading HAPPY HELPER. A small boy stopped them in the corridor. “Are you the clowns?” “No,” said Bill quickly. Molly elbowed him. “We’re the surprise magicians.” “Can you make my dad disappear?” Bill considered the question. “Does he have a wallet?” Molly gave him a look. “We can make a coin disappear.” The boy handed Bill a coin. Bill palmed it, then searched his sleeves with rising alarm. “I’ve lost the coin,” he announced. The boy gasped. “You’re amazing!” “Thank you,” Bill said. “I’ve been practicing for years.” Molly guided him toward the presents. Their plan was going beautifully until the grandmother appeared, handbag clutched like a medieval shield. “Where are you taking those gifts?” “To the van,” Molly said. “We’re moving them somewhere safe.” “Safe from what?” “Children,” Bill blurted. The grandmother narrowed her eyes. “Those are children’s presents.” “Exactly,” Molly said. “Children are very unpredictable.” A whistle shrilled. The entertainer, a lanky pirate with a rabbit in his hat, pointed at them. “Those aren’t the magicians! I’m the magician!” Molly looked at Bill. “You said he was the clown.” “He has a rabbit. That’s magician equipment.” The children surrounded them, demanding another trick. Molly snatched a wrapped box from the pile and held it aloft. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she declared, “for my final illusion, this present will vanish!” The birthday girl stepped forward. “That’s mine.” Molly lowered the box. “Then it’s a very good trick that it was about to reappear.” The grandmother lifted her handbag. Bill dropped the cupcake tray. It hit the floor with a splat, launching frosting across the pirate’s boots. In the commotion, Molly and Bill bolted through the side door—empty-handed, but carrying three cupcakes. In the van, Bill examined one. “So we stole nothing.” “Not nothing,” Molly said. “We stole dessert.” He took a bite. “This is the worst heist we’ve ever done.” “Then it’s lucky we got away.” Behind them, the birthday girl waved. The grandmother waved too, handbag still raised. Bill waved back. “Next time, we rob a bakery.” Molly started the engine. “Only if the cakes have bodyguards.”