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Molly studied the invitation as if it were a map to buried treasure. The treasure: twenty-three wrapped presents beneath a smiling giraffe. Across the kitchen table, Bill examined a clown costume like a condemned man. “The cake is our diversion.” He lifted a sequined sleeve. “I refuse to wear glitter.” Outside, balloons bobbed over the neighboring garden fence. An army of children shrieked with the wild authority of people who had never paid rent. Molly had spent all morning observing the festivities through binoculars, which Bill maintained was unnecessary because the party was next door. “Then be the grumpy clown.” “I already brought the nose.” He produced a red foam bulb from his pocket. It squeaked. Both thieves froze. Through the window, the birthday girl looked up, waved, and pointed at their kitchen. Molly waved back. Bill ducked behind the table, red nose glowing above the edge like a distress beacon. The doorbell rang. On the step stood the birthday girl, holding two paper crowns. Behind her waited six friends and a woman with a camera. By sunset, Molly and Bill had stolen nothing. They had, however, been hired for three more parties, and Bill’s clown name was Mister Unfortunate.