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Molly unfolded the floor plan across a bakery table. A smear of frosting covered the safest route. “Why is the entrance marked with a cupcake?” Bill asked. “Because the party is in a bakery.” “And the presents?” “Behind the balloon arch. We grab them during the magician’s act.” Bill studied the plan. “What if the magician makes us disappear?” “Then we’ll be the first thieves to escape in a puff of smoke.” They arrived at noon, wearing paper crowns and expressions of innocent delight. Molly carried an empty gift bag. Bill carried a suspiciously large coat. At the door, a little girl blocked their way. “Are you the clowns?” “No,” said Molly. “We’re the cleanup crew.” “Where’s your mop?” Bill held up his coat. “Portable.” The girl squinted. “That’s not a mop.” “Neither is a balloon,” Molly said, pointing at the arch. “Yet everyone’s impressed.” Inside, the magician pulled a rabbit from his hat. Bill whispered, “Now?” “Wait for the applause.” Everyone clapped. Molly slipped behind the arch, but emerged carrying a sleepy golden retriever instead of presents. “Wrong pile,” she hissed. The dog licked Bill’s face. He sighed. “At least we’ve stolen something.” A parent approached. “You’re taking the birthday boy’s puppy?” Molly handed it over. “We were returning him.” The magician bowed. “For my next trick: two thieves, gone.” “Finally,” Bill muttered, and they fled—empty-handed, crowned, and chased by the cleanup crew.