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Molly spread the party invitation across the bonnet of their getaway van. “Four o’clock, cupcake theme, presents beside the cake,” she whispered. Bill peered through binoculars at the brightly decorated house. “Security?” “Two parents, one sleepy grandparent, and a golden retriever wearing a paper crown.” “Armed?” “With frosting, probably.” Their plan was simple: blend in, locate the gift table, and leave with every wrapped box before anyone noticed. Molly had acquired a pink party hat. Bill wore a balloon twisted into something he insisted was a swan. At the front door, a little girl greeted them. “Are you the magicians?” Bill froze. Molly smiled. “Absolutely. He’s the assistant.” Inside, children bounced around in sugar-fueled orbit. Bill began an improvised trick, producing a coin from behind a boy’s ear. The boy screamed with delight; three others demanded coins. Molly slipped toward the presents. A parent intercepted her. “You’re here for the birthday?” “Of course,” Molly said, lifting a box. “This one’s from us.” The parent glanced at the tag. It read: TO ELLIE, FROM GRANDMA. Molly tucked it back. The golden retriever had begun chewing Bill’s balloon swan, and Bill was negotiating its release with a cupcake. They left empty-handed, carrying party hats, sticky fingers, and a politely confiscated slice of cake. Outside, Molly sighed. “Next time, we rob a library.” “Too many books,” Bill said.