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Molly shoved the party flyer across the picnic table. "Balloons, cake, and a mountain of presents. We go in as the magicians." Bill squinted at the clip art. "I cannot pull a rabbit out of a hat, Molly. I can barely pull a receipt out of my pocket." "You will not need a rabbit," she said. "You will need a smile and a sack. Parents watch the kids, not the gift table. We swap the boxes for empty ones wrapped in the same paper." "Empty boxes rattle," Bill said. "Kids notice rattling. Kids notice everything. Last week a toddler accused me of stealing a grape." "Then we fill them with socks," Molly said. "Clean socks. Tragic, but quiet. We leave before the piñata." Bill groaned. "The piñata is the only honest part of a children's party. Candy falls, everyone cheers, nobody lies." "We are not lying to the piñata," she said. "We are borrowing the wrapping. In and out in twelve minutes. You distract with a card trick. I handle the table." "I know one card trick," Bill said. "It ends with me holding the wrong card and apologizing." "Perfect," Molly said. "Apology is camouflage. Smile, bow, and walk the sack to the car like it is part of the act." Bill folded the flyer. "If a six-year-old asks what is in the bag, I am telling the truth and we are done." "Then do not let a six-year-old ask," Molly said, and she almost smiled.