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Molly leaned over the map, which was a napkin. "Presents by the window, Bill. Fourteen boxes, one smug envelope." "Smug envelopes are gift cards," Bill said. "Gift cards spend. We take the envelope." "Those are for children." "Those are unattended rectangles. Squint and it is logistics." "I am not squinting at a crime." "Then squint at the plan. We enter as emergency magicians." "I cannot do magic." "You hold the hat. I say the word. Everyone looks at the hat." She tapped the napkin. "The clipboard mom is the only risk." "Clipboard moms see everything." "Clipboard moms see juice stains. We are not juice." "And the presents walk out?" "They ride in the wagon. The wagon is a prop. Props leave." "A parent will ask." "A parent will be filming cake. Cake is chaos. We move in the chaos." Bill stared at his shoes. "What about Derek?" "Derek believes in rabbits. Wear the ears. Derek vouches." "I refuse the ears." "Then explain the wagon to Derek." "Fine. Ears. If anyone cries, I drop everything and run." "If anyone cries, it was never our wagon. Side gate now. No speeches." "And the piñata?" "Leave the piñata. We are thieves, not monsters."