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“You’re sure this is the right house?” Molly whispered. Bill peered over the garden fence. “There’s a banner saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, a bouncy castle, and a clown trapped in the rosebushes. I’m fairly confident.” “We’re stealing presents from children?” “We’re liberating them from inadequate gift wrapping.” “That’s not what stealing means.” “It does if you say it with confidence.” Molly adjusted her burglar’s mask. “And the plan?” “We enter disguised as entertainers.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can juggle expectations.” “You once dropped a sandwich.” “It was a difficult sandwich.” From inside came a chorus: “Pin the tail on the donkey!” Bill glanced at the gift table. “While they’re distracted, we take the presents.” “And when they notice?” “We say we’re the cleanup crew.” “Why would the cleanup crew take presents?” “Efficient inventory management.” Molly sighed. “This is a terrible plan.” “Then improve it.” “We bring a gift.” “With what money?” “The loot from your last terrible plan.” “That was invested.” “In what?” “A sandwich.” A party hat appeared above the fence. “Are you the magicians?” Bill smiled. “Absolutely.” Molly leaned close. “We’re not stealing anything.” “Of course not,” Bill said. “We’re only borrowing the cake.” “Why?” “To make our escape look festive.” The child considered this. “Can I come?” Molly lowered the fence. “Only if you know a good bakery.” “I do,” said the child. “And my dad’s a police officer.” Bill straightened. “Wonderful. We’ll need a getaway driver.”