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Molly spread the floor plan across the bonnet of their getaway car. A cartoon dinosaur grinned up at her, wearing a party hat. “The presents are in the dining room,” she whispered. “We slip in, fill the sack, and leave before anyone notices.” Bill adjusted his bow tie. “What if they notice?” “Then you’re the magician.” “I thought you were the magician.” “I’m the distraction. You’re the magician.” Inside the house, balloons bobbed above a table crowded with cupcakes. Children zigzagged through the rooms, pursued by a harried entertainer dressed as a pirate. Molly and Bill crept in behind a delivery of orange juice, each wearing a paper crown. Their sack was decorated with stars. They reached the presents beneath the tree. Bill lifted the largest box. It rattled ominously. “Careful,” Molly murmured. “It’s probably a train set.” The box meowed. A small girl appeared beside them, holding a cardboard sword. “Are you the gift fairies?” “Absolutely,” Molly said, improvising. “We’re taking these to be… polished.” The girl narrowed her eyes. “Fairies don’t wear moustaches.” Bill’s moustache had come unstuck and dangled from one ear. He bowed. The girl laughed, and the other children gathered around. Within seconds, Bill was trapped in a ring of children demanding magic tricks. Molly quietly returned the presents beneath the tree. She left their sack behind, now filled with cupcakes, and escaped through the kitchen. Bill emerged an hour later, carrying a birthday card signed by everyone. The pirate had hired him for next Saturday.