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“First, we establish a perimeter,” Molly whispered. Bill peered through the hedge. “It’s a bouncy castle.” “Then we establish a bouncy perimeter.” The children’s party occupied the garden beyond the fence: balloons, cake, and a suspiciously enormous mountain of presents beneath a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TIMMY. Molly adjusted her black scarf. Bill adjusted his black scarf. Both looked like burglars auditioning for a school play. “Why are we stealing children’s presents?” Bill asked. “Because we’re thieves.” “I thought we were stealing the chocolate fountain.” “That’s a separate operation.” Bill studied the gift pile. “There must be thirty boxes.” “Twenty-eight. I counted.” “You counted presents from across the street?” “I’m good at counting.” “You called the police station ‘the bakery’ yesterday.” “It had a siren. Easy mistake.” Molly produced a folded map. “Here’s the plan. We slip through the side gate, cross the lawn, load the presents into the van, and vanish.” “Where’s the side gate?” “On the map.” “That’s a drawing of a sandwich.” “It’s a very accurate map.” A shriek erupted from the party. Bill ducked. “What was that?” Molly whispered. “Child.” “Are you sure?” “I’ve seen one before.” A little girl ran past the hedge wearing a cardboard crown. She stopped, examined them, and said, “Are you the entertainers?” Bill straightened. “Yes.” Molly blinked. “We are?” “Of course,” Bill said. “I’m the magician, and Molly is my assistant.” “I am not your assistant.” “Then you’re the magician, and I’m your assistant.” “You can’t do magic.” “I can disappear.” “You can’t.” “I once vanished for three days.” “You were in a cupboard.” “I disappeared from your point of view.” The girl tugged Molly’s sleeve. “Can you make my brother disappear?” Molly looked toward the cake. “We’re not licensed for that.” “Can you make the presents disappear?” Bill coughed. “We can make them appear somewhere else.” “Like where?” “In a van,” Molly said. The girl gasped. “That’s not magic. That’s stealing.” “Children are alarmingly observant,” Bill muttered. Molly gave the girl a smile. “We’re conducting a security inspection.” “Then why are you dressed like burglars?” “Because we’re very bad at uniforms.” The girl considered this, then pointed at Bill’s scarf. “It’s inside out.” Bill looked down. “That’s deliberate. It confuses the guards.” “There are no guards.” “Exactly. Completely confused.” Molly leaned closer. “Listen, sweetheart. We’re not actually going to take the presents.” Bill whispered, “We aren’t?” “No. We’re going to return them.” “But nobody’s stolen them yet.” “Prevention is just returning things before they go missing.” The girl nodded gravely. “My dad says that’s how he describes losing his keys.” A whistle sounded from inside the house. Molly jumped. “That’s our signal.” “What signal?” Bill asked. “The one I just invented.” “Right. Very convincing.” They turned to leave, but the girl blocked the hedge gap. “You can’t go yet,” she said. “The magician has to do a trick.” Bill glanced at Molly. “I know one.” “You do?” “I can make a present disappear.” “No.” “I can make it disappear from the pile and reappear in the birthday boy’s hands.” Molly paused. “That’s… not terrible.” Bill hurried to the gift mountain and selected a small box. He presented it to Timmy, who tore it open and found a toy truck. The children cheered. Molly sighed. “There goes the whole haul.” Bill bowed. “We’ve been robbed.” “By a six-year-old,” Molly said. “Honestly, she was very professional.” Molly watched Timmy drive the truck around the garden. “Next time, we steal something less guarded.” “Like what?” “Chocolate fountain.” “Brilliant,” Bill said. “How many children are guarding it?” “None.” “Then it’s practically abandoned.” “Bill, it’s guarded by gravity.” “I’ll bring a ladder.”