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Molly whispered, “The presents are stacked beside the cake. We go in, grab everything, and vanish before the children notice.” Bill adjusted his bow tie. “You said this was a birthday party, not a warehouse.” “It is a birthday party. Warehouses rarely have clowns.” “Clowns are security?” “Clowns are unpredictable. One has already made eye contact with me.” “Then we abort?” “We are professionals, Bill. We adapt. You distract the clown; I retrieve the gifts.” “With what?” “Your balloon animal.” “I can make a dog.” “Make a convincing dog.” “Last time, it looked like a haunted sausage.” “Perfect. Children love haunted sausages.” “What about the presents?” “We take only the biggest one.” “That’s still theft.” “Fine. We take the smallest one.” “That’s still theft, only more embarrassing.” A child shouted, “Uncle Bill!” Bill froze. “I’m not her uncle.” Molly sighed. “You are now. Smile.” “Happy birthday, niece!” “Where’s my present?” Bill looked at Molly. “Apparently, we brought one.” “Yes,” Molly said, handing over their getaway cake. “And it’s lemon.” “Are we stealing anything?” “Just a slice.” “That’s not a heist.” “Then stop calling it a plan.” “Besides, the children have already stolen my heart, and possibly my wallet and shoes.”