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Molly spread a crayon map across the café table. A purple rectangle marked the bouncy castle; twenty yellow squares marked presents. “The gifts are behind the cake table,” she said. “We enter dressed as entertainers.” Bill inspected the map. “I refuse to be a clown again.” “You were excellent.” “I got trapped in a balloon animal.” “You got tangled in a dachshund.” “It was a very long dachshund.” Outside, a bus sighed to a halt. Molly drew two arrows through the hall and circled the exit. “Fine. We go as magicians,” Bill said. “I’ll make the presents disappear.” “Can you do that?” “With a large sack and a distracting rabbit.” “We don’t have a rabbit.” “We have your handbag.” “My handbag bites less.” Bill checked his watch. The party started in ten minutes. He lifted the crayon map, revealing a glittery invitation underneath. “Whose party is this?” he asked. Molly read the name and closed her eyes. “My niece’s.” A small face appeared at the café window, waving so hard its paper crown slipped sideways. Molly waved back. “So,” Bill said, “we’re stealing her presents?” “We’re stealing them back.” “From whom?” Molly pointed to the gift list. Every box bore the same name: Uncle Bill. “I panicked,” he said. “The shop had a sale.”