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“Right,” Molly whispered, studying the birthday-party invitation through binoculars. “We enter at seven, locate the presents, and leave before anyone notices.” “Why are you whispering?” Bill asked. “Because we’re thieves.” “We’re outside a bouncy castle.” “Exactly. The children are unpredictable.” Bill peered over the garden fence. “I count twelve children, three adults, and one terrifying clown.” “That’s the birthday boy’s uncle.” “How can you tell?” “He’s holding a tiny dog and crying.” “Fine. What’s the plan?” “We pose as magicians.” “I can’t do magic.” “You once made a whole tray of cupcakes disappear.” “I ate them.” “Same principle. Now, when I distract everyone, you take the presents.” “What if they’re heavy?” “They’re wrapped in cheerful paper, Bill, not cast iron.” “What if a child catches us?” “Tell them we’re the surprise.” “I hate being the surprise.” “You hate being caught more.” Bill glanced at the enormous pile of gifts. “There’s a bicycle in there.” “Excellent. We can ride it out.” “It’s a child’s bicycle.” “Then pedal quickly.” A party horn blared. Bill flinched and dropped the invitation. Molly snatched it up. “That’s our cue.” “For what?” “To go home.” “Finally, a plan I understand.” They crept away. “Wait,” said Bill. “You’re leaving the binoculars.” “Let them keep them. It’s a birthday.”