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Molly unfolded the map; Bill squinted at it upside down. “The party starts at three. We slip in, lift every present, and vanish before the cake.” “What if they ask who we are?” “You’re the magician. I’m your glamorous assistant.” “I know one trick: making my knees crack.” “Perfect. The children will think it’s sound effects.” “And the presents?” “Into the sack.” “The sack with the hole?” “That’s how we leave a trail of clues.” “Clues to us?” “Clues to the presents. We’re not monsters.” “There’s a pony balloon guarding the door.” “That’s not a pony. It’s a very nervous dog.” “It has a saddle.” “The child’s imaginative.” “Besides, the invitation says costumes, so nobody will notice us.” “My costume is a cardboard refrigerator.” “Then hide behind the cake.” “I can’t. I’m wearing the cake.” “That’s frosting, Bill.” “I’m reconsidering this career.” “After we get paid in toys?” “We’re stealing from children.” “Borrowing. We’ll return everything after the party.” “With what? Our knees?” “We’ll tell them the presents escaped.” “And if they ask why?” “Because the pony balloon led them.” “I’ll drive.” “You don’t have a car.” “Then the balloon can drive.” “I’ll distract them with one terrible song.”