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At eleven forty, the community hall resembled a cupcake after an argument with gravity. Paper streamers drooped from the ceiling, and a dinosaur guarded the door with the confidence of security. Molly crouched quietly behind a hedge of balloon animals, studying the party through binoculars borrowed from Bill. “Midnight,” Molly whispered, “we enter through the bouncy castle.” Bill adjusted his tuxedo, which was really a waiter’s vest worn backward. “And leave before the magician discovers rabbit has our getaway map.” The map was printed on a napkin and featured an arrow labeled “probably here,” because Bill had drawn it during lunch. Their target, a mountain of wrapped gifts, sat beneath a banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY, which Molly considered tactless advertising. “Bring socks.” Bill produced two black masks, then revealed they were sleep masks decorated with smiling llamas. “Stealth,” he explained, “is mostly about confidence.” He demonstrated by tiptoeing into a shrub and emerging wearing a rose from its thorns. Inside, children shrieked as the magician pulled a rabbit from a hat. Molly nodded solemnly. The rabbit wore a tiny waistcoat and looked more qualified than either thief. They waited for the birthday song, their getaway plan resting on Bill’s head.