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Molly spread the invitation across a diner table. “We enter through the kitchen when the magician pulls out the rabbit,” Molly said. Bill studied the map upside down, pointing toward the aquarium. “And then we grab every present before the children notice?” Bill asked. Outside, rain rattled windows like burglars. “Precisely. You distract them with your kazoo,” Molly replied. Their target was a party in the community hall, where children would receive presents. “My kazoo sounds like a goose being audited,” Bill said. Molly had packed a sack, disguises, and a decorative conscience. “Excellent. Fear will keep them seated,” Molly insisted. “What if they ask why we’re stealing their gifts?” Bill asked. They whispered over coffee, plotting entry during the magician’s trick. “We say Santa outsourced delivery to two suspicious professionals,” Molly said. “Do professionals usually wear paper crowns?” Bill asked. Neither had considered that children noticed suspicious adults carrying sacks. “Only when undercover. Put yours on backward,” Molly replied. Still Molly drew an arrow toward the door. “I refuse to rob children without benefits,” Bill said. “Fine. You can keep the cake. Bring the empty sack,” Molly said. “Deal, but I’m taking the frosting as hazard pay,” Bill promised.