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“Are we sure about this?” Bill whispered. “About stealing presents from a children’s party? No, Bill, I’m still weighing the ethics.” “They’re wrapped.” “Exactly. The mystery adds value.” Molly peered through the hedge. “There’s the cake. There’s the bouncy castle. There’s a six-year-old guarding the gift table.” “He’s armed?” “With a paper crown.” “Then we negotiate.” “We do not negotiate with tiny monarchs. We distract him.” “With what?” “Your tap dancing.” “My feet are insured.” “By whom?” “An optimistic dentist.” Bill straightened his tie. “Fine. I’ll perform a diversionary dance. You collect the presents.” “Remember: one bag, quick exit, no opening anything.” “What if it’s socks?” “Especially then. Socks are evidence of a thoughtful adult.” Bill stepped from the hedge and began tap dancing. The child stared. “Hello, young sir!” Bill announced. “Would you care to see my famous disappearing coin?” “Is it a chocolate coin?” “It can be.” Molly slipped toward the table. “Stop!” the child cried. “The presents are for me!” Molly froze. “Bill, improvise.” “I have a gift for you,” Bill said, producing the bag. The child gasped. “A sack!” “A very large present,” Molly said. The birthday boy hugged it. “Best party ever!” Bill sighed. “We’ve been outsmarted by a child.” “No,” Molly said. “We’ve been hired.” “By whom?” “His mother. She wants us to carry everything to the car.” “Even the cake?” “Especially the cake. Move, Mr. Tap Shoes.”