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Molly spread a crayon map across the diner table carefully. “We enter disguised as magicians, then vanish with the presents.” Bill leaned closer, scattering napkins like startled white pigeons everywhere. “Can you actually do magic, or just wear suspicious capes?” Outside, a clown wrestled balloons beside the party entrance noisily. “I can make a balloon poodle look deeply disappointed, Bill.” Molly circled the snack table with a stolen pencil stub. “The cake arrives at three; everyone watches the candles then.” Bill examined his cape, which smelled faintly of pickles today. “What if the birthday child notices our enormous gift sack?” A waitress brought fries and regarded their blueprint with alarm. “Tell them it’s a surprise, because technically it certainly is.” Molly grinned, revealing glitter stuck stubbornly between her teeth again. “We’ll leave replacement gifts: our business cards and one kazoo.” Bill drew an escape route through the bouncy castle carefully. “The surprise being that their presents have entirely disappeared, yes?” Their waitress quietly turned the map around; it was upside-down. “Our business cards say professional burglars, Molly. That’s terrible marketing.” The birthday child appeared behind them, wearing a police badge. Bill whispered, “That sounds less magical and more like my childhood, Molly.”