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The door creaked open a single inch as Molly pressed her ear to the frame, listening to the distant warble of "Happy Birthday" sung by thirty off-key toddlers. She turned to Bill and held up five fingers. "Five minutes until the cake," she whispered. "Perfect," Bill replied, adjusting his miniature mustache. "I'll distract them with magic tricks while you grab the loot." "Since when do you do magic?" "Since now. I watched two YouTube tutorials on the drive over." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You brought car batteries for nothing, then?" "No. Flashlight for the hallway. Priorities." She checked her watch. "Presents are in the back room. Pale blue door. I scouted it earlier during the clown's birthday last week." "The clown saw you?" "The clown was busy with his balloon animals. Besides, clowns can't testify." Bill nodded slowly. "Right. What's the exit strategy?" "Fire escape through the kitchen. I've already sliced the screen with a credit card." "How many presents are we talking?" "At least forty. Maybe fifty. Toddler-parents spoil them rotten." Bill rubbed his hands together and smiled. "This might be our easiest job yet." "That's what you said about the nursery," Molly said dryly. "Okay, second easiest."