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Molly studied the party through binoculars while Bill crouched behind a hedge wearing a borrowed birthday hat. The garden glittered with balloons, bunting, and suspiciously competent parents. Between them stood a mountain of presents, guarded only by a sleepy golden retriever and a papier-mâché dragon with googly eyes and dignity. “Which present looks most valuable?” Molly whispered. “The enormous one,” Bill said. “It has a silver bow, and a small country inside.” “We take everything,” she replied. “That’s the plan,” Bill said, “though I’d prefer not to fight the dragon.” “It’s cardboard.” “So was my landlord; he evicted me.” Bill produced a clipboard, three disguises, and a map drawn on a pizza box. Molly examined the route: past the punch bowl, beneath the streamers, then out through the side gate. A toddler in a dinosaur costume suddenly pressed his nose against the window with frosting on his chin, grinning. “Abort?” Bill asked. “No,” said Molly. “We’re professionals.” “Then why is the toddler holding our map?” “Because you gave it to him.” “I thought it was the menu.” The child waved, and Bill waved back. “We should leave,” he said. “Agreed. Empty-handed, but with reviews from the smallest security guard.”