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Molly slid into the booth and set her napkin over the salt shaker like it might be listening. Bill was already halfway through a basket of fries, which she took as a personal insult. "You're eating," she said. "We're supposed to be planning." "I plan better when I'm not hungry," Bill said. "Hungry Bill makes bad decisions. Fed Bill makes artistic decisions." "We're stealing birthday presents from a six-year-old's party, Bill. There is no art in that." "There's craft," he said. "There's timing. There's the element of surprise, which in this case is a man in a dinosaur costume." Molly stared at him. "You are not wearing the dinosaur costume." "I already paid the deposit." "You paid a deposit on a crime?" "I paid a deposit on a vibe," Bill said. "The crime is a side effect of the vibe. Besides, nobody questions a dinosaur. A dinosaur belongs at a children's party. A dinosaur can wander near the gift table and nobody says, hey, that dinosaur looks like he's casing the joint." "Everyone will say that," Molly said, "because you walk like a man who owes money." Bill pointed a fry at her. "That's hurtful and also accurate. Fine. You be the dinosaur." "I will not be the dinosaur." "Then be the magician," he said. "Magicians are allowed to have bags. Big bags. Suspicious bags. It's part of the brand." Molly lowered her voice even though the diner was empty except for a waitress who had given up on them twenty minutes ago. "We go in, we smile, we do not touch anything that belongs to a child until the cake comes out and every adult in the room is singing off-key. Then we swap the gift bags for the decoy bags and we leave before anyone notices the decoys are full of socks." "Whose socks?" Bill asked. "Your socks." "I need my socks." "You need an alibi more," Molly said. "And you need to stop calling it a heist. It's a misunderstanding with wrapping paper." Bill chewed, thinking, which always looked like a system error. "What if there's a clown?" "Then we leave." "What if the clown is good?" "Then we leave faster." He nodded as if this were strategy. "And if someone asks why the dinosaur is carrying seventeen identically wrapped boxes?" "You say they're for the birthday boy," Molly said. "You say it with confidence. You say it like a man who has never once been wrong in a public place." Bill considered the fry, then the future, then the fry again. "I can do confidence." "You cannot," Molly said, "but the cake will be loud, the parents will be tired, and nobody is going to chase a dinosaur into a parking lot over a board game. We take the presents, we return anything with a child's name written in marker, and we never speak of this at Thanksgiving." "Deal," Bill said. "But I'm keeping the costume." "Bill." "For personal reasons." Molly closed her eyes. "If you roar, I'm leaving you there."