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“The presents are in the blue room,” Molly whispered, peering through the hedge. “We go in, grab everything, and leave before the magician finishes the rabbit.” Bill adjusted his bow tie. “I thought we were pretending to be the magician.” “We are. You’re the rabbit.” “I don’t think rabbits wear bow ties.” “This one does. He’s a sophisticated rabbit.” Across the lawn, a banner read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARCHIE! Beneath it sat a mountain of brightly wrapped gifts. Molly’s eyes gleamed. Bill’s ears—borrowed from a costume shop—drooped. “Why are we stealing from a children’s party?” he asked. “Because the presents are unattended.” “They’re children’s presents.” “Children are famously bad at guarding things.” A shrill voice floated over the fence. “Who wants cake?” Bill flinched. “I do.” “Focus.” “I can focus with cake.” Molly handed him a silver tray. “We pose as entertainers. I distract the grown-ups; you collect the gifts.” “On a tray?” “It’s the only thing we could carry through the gate without looking suspicious.” “We’re carrying a tray full of presents. That sounds suspicious.” “Then make it look like a magic trick.” Bill studied the tray. “I’ll say, ‘Behold, the vanishing gifts!’” “Don’t say that.” “Why not?” “Because it gives away the trick.” They slipped through the gate. A little girl in a paper crown stopped them. “Are you the magician?” she asked. Molly smiled brightly. “We’re the warm-up act.” “What’s your act?” “Mind reading.” The girl pointed at Bill. “He’s wearing rabbit ears.” “Precisely,” Molly said. “He’s reading your mind.” Bill bent toward the child. “You’re thinking about—” “Cake,” she said. Bill straightened. “Good. I’m very talented.” A parent approached, holding a camera. “Could you do a trick for the children?” “Certainly,” Molly said. “Bill, produce the coin.” Bill searched his pockets. He found a button, two crumbs, and a small plastic dinosaur. “Is the dinosaur part of the act?” Molly murmured. “It is now.” Bill placed it on the tray. “Ladies and gentlemen, I shall make this dinosaur disappear.” A boy leaned closer. “It’s already gone. You can’t see its eyes.” Bill stared at the toy. “That’s because it’s a stealth dinosaur.” The children gasped. The parent lifted the camera. Molly used the commotion to drift toward the presents. She had almost reached the largest box when Archie appeared beside her. “Are you taking my presents?” Molly froze. Bill, still holding the tray, said, “No. We’re inspecting them for safety.” “Why?” “Because gifts can be dangerous,” Bill said. “This one has a suspiciously cheerful bow.” Archie considered that. “It’s from Grandma.” “Grandmas are crafty,” Molly whispered. Archie grinned. “You can have the box if you help me open it.” Molly glanced at Bill. He nodded solemnly. “Of course,” she said. “We’re professionals.” They opened the box. Inside was a glitter-covered magician’s cape. Bill sighed. “I suppose this is the part where we vanish.” “Correct,” said Molly, wrapping the cape around him. The children cheered as Bill disappeared beneath a flurry of glitter and tiny hands. Molly watched the gifts remain exactly where they were. “Next time,” she told him, “we steal something without an audience.” From under the cape came Bill’s muffled reply. “Next time, we steal the cake.”