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Molly crouched behind the garden hedge, watching paper lanterns sway above the children’s party. Bill lay beside her, wearing a balloon hat that made stealth seem optimistic. “Once the magician arrives, we go in disguised as his assistants,” Molly whispered. “Which one of us knows magic?” “Neither. That’s why we’re assistants.” Bill peered through the leaves. “Those presents are enormous.” “Focus. We wheel them out during the cake distraction.” “What if someone asks where we’re taking them?” “The magician’s van.” “What if the magician asks?” “You tell him it’s part of the trick.” Bill adjusted his hat. It squeaked. Across the lawn, a little girl pointed directly at him. “She’s spotted us,” he said. “Then smile. You’re a balloon.” “I’m a man in a balloon hat.” “Keep smiling.” The girl marched over and held out a party invitation. “Are you the magician?” she asked. Molly stood. “His assistants. Where should we put the presents?” The girl considered this. “In the garage. Mum says we’re donating them after cake.” Bill blinked. “All of them?” “All of them.” Molly took the invitation. On the back, in cheerful capitals, it said CHARITY TOY DRIVE. “Brilliant,” Bill murmured. “We’re stealing from charity.” “Worse,” Molly said. “We volunteered to carry everything.”