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“Why a children’s party?” Bill whispered. “Because the presents are unattended,” Molly said. “So are the toddlers.” “Toddlers are unpredictable. Presents have handles.” Bill peered over the hedge. “That one has a dinosaur cake.” “Focus. We enter through the bouncy castle.” “That’s not an entrance. That’s a trampoline with walls.” “It’s camouflage.” “For whom?” “For us, once we’re inside.” “Inside the castle?” “Inside the party, Bill.” “I’m wearing a burglar’s mask.” “Take it off. You look like the surprise entertainment.” A shriek rose from the garden. “Was that a child?” “Probably the bouncy castle.” “Castles don’t shriek.” “This one does. It’s inflatable.” Molly handed him a gift bag. “Blend in.” “It says ‘Happy Birthday, Oliver.’” “Then act like Oliver.” “I’m forty-three.” “Oliver’s having a difficult year.” Bill glanced at the presents. “Which ones are we taking?” “All of them.” “Even the wrapped one shaped like a pony?” “Especially that one. It’s probably a pony.” “What if it’s a pony?” “Then we’ll need a bigger getaway car.” “Your car has a child seat.” “Exactly. We’ll look responsible.” A small voice called, “Mum, the clowns are stealing the presents!” Bill froze. “We’re clowns?” Molly grabbed the gift bag. “Not anymore.” “Then what are we?” “Disappointed guests. Smile.” “Do disappointed guests run?” “Only when the cake has knives.” “Why would a cake have knives?” “Because the children are unpredictable.”