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Molly spread the map across the laundromat’s folding table. “The party’s in the blue house. Presents are stacked beneath the cake.” Bill studied the map upside down. “And the children?” “Small. Loud. Probably armed with balloons.” “Then we need disguises.” He produced two paper crowns. “Royalty.” “We’re stealing toys, Bill, not annexing the kingdom.” He put on a crown. “You’re right. We’ll pose as entertainers.” Molly eyed his accordion. “You can’t play.” “I can make it look musical.” “That’s worse.” They crept toward the garden gate, where a painted sign announced: WELCOME, PIRATES! Molly tied a black scarf over one eye. Bill wore both crowns. “You look like a pirate who’s lost his ship,” she whispered. “I’m undercover as a birthday king.” Inside, children shrieked around a mountain of wrapped gifts. Bill froze. “Which one holds the expensive stuff?” “The tags say ‘from Grandma.’” He reached for a glittering box. A little girl appeared beside him. “Are you the magician?” Bill glanced at Molly. She sighed and pulled a rabbit from her coat pocket. “Pick a card,” she said. The children surged forward. In the confusion, Bill escaped with a party hat, three cupcakes, and one present labeled TO THE THIEVES. Molly opened it outside. “A book about honesty.” Bill considered this. “We should return it.” “Finally,” said Molly, “a plan with an ending.”