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“I’ve studied the party,” Molly whispered. “There are twelve children, one magician, and a piñata shaped like a suspiciously well-armed unicorn.” “Security?” “Two parents, three balloons, and a golden retriever with the moral authority of a judge.” “Then we go in disguised as entertainers.” “You can’t juggle.” “I can panic rhythmically.” “Fine. I’ll be the magician. You’re my assistant.” “Why am I always the assistant?” “Because last time you wore a cape, you got trapped in a revolving door.” “That cape was poorly designed.” “The presents are under the table. We grab them during ‘Happy Birthday.’” “While everyone sings?” “Exactly. Nobody notices anything during the birthday song. It’s forty seconds of social hypnosis.” “And the dog?” “Offer it a cupcake.” “Dogs shouldn’t eat cupcakes.” “Then offer it a lecture about responsible snacking.” Molly peered through the window. “Wait. The birthday child is opening a gift now.” “Already?” “It’s a puppy.” Bill lowered the sack. “We’re not stealing presents from a child who just got a puppy.” “We’re thieves, Bill, not monsters.” “Good. We’ll leave a gift.” “What?” “Our getaway map.” “That’s not a gift.” “It’s handmade.” “Put the sack away. We’ll steal the piñata instead.” “It’s full of candy.” “Exactly. A clean score.” The unicorn burst through the window. Bill stared. “You said piñatas were harmless.” “I said suspiciously armed.” “Run!” “Not with the presents!” “Then run with the candy!” “And the dog?” “Let the judge decide!”