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“We go in during the magic show,” Molly whispered, studying the party through binoculars. “Everyone will be watching the rabbit.” “Unless the rabbit’s in on it,” Bill said. “I don’t trust anything wearing a waistcoat.” “It’s a rabbit.” “Exactly. No fingerprints.” Molly lowered the binoculars. “We take the presents, leave the cake.” “Why leave the cake?” “Because frosting shows up on black clothes.” “I thought we were wearing disguises.” “We are. You’re a pirate.” Bill glanced at his striped shirt and cardboard hat. “I look like a pirate who lost a bet.” “Perfect. The children will assume you’re entertainment.” Inside, a magician announced, “For my next trick, I need a volunteer!” Bill stiffened. “That sounds targeted.” “You’re six feet tall. You’re not his type.” The party door opened. A small girl pointed at them. “Mom, the clowns are here!” “We’re not clowns,” Molly said. Bill bowed. “We’re privateers.” The girl considered this. “Can you make my brother disappear?” “Temporarily,” Molly said. Bill leaned close. “The presents are beside the coat rack.” “So are the parents.” “Then we need a diversion.” Molly smiled. “Ask the rabbit for its papers.” Bill stepped inside. “Excuse me, sir. Immigration.” The rabbit bolted. Children cheered, adults chased it, and Molly scooped up the gifts. “Success?” Bill called. “Mostly. One present is purring.” “Then let’s leave before it starts asking for snacks.”