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Molly spread the blueprints across a picnic table, pinning one corner with a cupcake wrapper. Beyond the hedge, a bouncy castle shuddered with squeals. Bill peered through the leaves at the mountain of wrapped presents beneath a banner announcing HAPPY SIXTH BIRTHDAY, TREVOR. “We go in as magicians,” Molly said. “Nobody questions a magician’s bag.” “Where’s our rabbit?” Bill asked. “You’re looking at him.” Bill glanced down at his gray waistcoat. Molly handed him a pair of floppy ears and a carrot. He took the carrot first. Their plan relied on three things: Trevor’s parents being distracted, the hired magician being late, and Bill fitting inside a collapsible hat. The first two looked promising. The third ended when Bill crouched and the hat sprang off his head, landing in the potato salad. A small girl appeared beside them. She studied the blueprints, the ears, and Molly’s striped cape, which had once been a shower curtain. “You’re the entertainers,” she declared, then grabbed Molly’s hand. Thirty minutes later, every present remained under the banner. Bill had been painted like a tiger, Molly was twisting balloon swords, and Trevor’s father had booked them for next Saturday. The deposit covered their bus fare and a sturdier hat.