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Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge outside the birthday hall, dressed as magicians, though their rabbit was a nervous sock. Through the window, balloons bobbed above a mountain of presents. Bill unfolded a napkin map; frosting had erased the north. Molly checked the tricycle, whose bell rang whenever anyone breathed near it. Inside, children sang to cover every whisper. Their plan required disguises, timing, and explanation for carrying gift bags. A party clown appeared at the door, holding a clipboard and wearing Bill’s mustache. Molly whispered, “Relax, we enter as entertainers, perform disappearing-present trick, then leave.” Bill replied, “Your famous trick made our rent disappear.” Molly asked, “Those children have security, Bill?” “Security? A seven-year-old with a kazoo?” Bill explained, “And his grandmother identifies fingerprints from across rooms.” Molly insisted, “Then improvise; I’ll handle the magic while you secure presents.” “Can you actually do magic, or merely wear a cape?” “I can make an entire cake vanish before anyone blinks.” “By eating it?” “Details are the enemy of confidence, and crumbs are evidence.” The clown called, “Are you two the hired magicians, or escaped accountants?” Molly answered, “Absolutely; the children asked us to explain the missing presents tonight, obviously.”