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Molly examined the birthday invitation beneath a suspiciously glittery lamppost. “Remember, Bill, we’re stealing presents, not adopting the birthday clown.” Bill adjusted his bow tie, which squeaked whenever ambition struck. “Molly, the clown’s balloon poodle frankly already knows too much.” Across the street, children shrieked beneath an enormous bouncing castle. “We enter disguised as entertainers, then locate the gift table.” Molly produced two costumes from an extremely compact velvet suitcase. “Why does my costume say Tax Auditor, with purple sparkles?” Bill held up his own costume: a lime inflatable dinosaur. “Parents trust dinosaurs; nobody trusts tax auditors, especially sparkly ones.” The front door opened, revealing a child wearing enormous sunglasses. “Good afternoon, formidable young gatekeeper. We’re here for the entertainment.” The child inspected their costumes with a weary theatrical sigh. “Bill, your tail is blocking the driveway and everyone inside.” Bill turned; his dinosaur tail knocked over a nearby scooter. “That’s intentional. I call it crowd control, with excellent choreography.” The child grinned, pointing toward presents and a rabbit poster. “Perfect. First, we should find that child’s missing stuffed rabbit.” Molly spotted a stuffed ear protruding from Bill’s bulging waistband. “We’re thieves, Bill, not babysitters. Give that rabbit back immediately.”