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Molly whispered, “The presents are under the balloon arch.” Bill frowned. “That sounds less like a vault and more like a birthday.” “Exactly. We enter disguised as entertainers.” “Can you juggle?” “I can drop three objects at once.” “That’s not juggling.” “It’s a confident beginning.” Bill peered through the window. “There are children everywhere.” “Children are unpredictable.” “So are clowns.” “Then you’ll fit right in.” “I refuse to wear a wig.” “Fine. Be the magician.” “Can you do magic?” “I once made a sandwich disappear.” “Was it in your mouth?” “Details ruin wonder.” Bill studied the gift pile. “We take everything?” “Every ribboned treasure.” “Even the socks?” “Especially the socks. They may contain money.” “These are children’s presents, Molly.” “And we are professionals.” “Professionals who came without a sack.” “I brought a pillowcase.” “That says ‘World’s Best Aunt.’” “It inspires trust.” A tiny voice called, “Are you the party clowns?” Molly smiled. “We are now.” Bill sighed. “What’s our routine?” “Tell jokes, gather gifts, leave with dignity.” “What’s the getaway?” “Walking, with our heads held high.” “Through the front door?” “That’s where the snacks are.” Bill considered this. “I hate that your plan has snacks.” Molly nodded. “Operation Cupcake begins.”