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Molly studied the birthday invitation beneath a flickering streetlamp outside. “Bill, the presents are inside, guarded by seven-year-olds with whistles.” Bill adjusted his bow tie, which squeaked upon being squeezed. “We enter disguised as entertainers; I perform surprisingly convincing magic.” Through the window, balloons bobbed above a formidable cake fortress. “Your last trick made my watch disappear into your stomach.” Molly inspected his pockets, then extracted a soggy playing card. “Fine. You distract everyone while I load the gift sacks.” Inside, someone shrieked with delight; both thieves flinched dramatically together. “Why would they trust us? You’re wearing burglar stripes again.” Bill looked down at his striped shirt and frowned dramatically. “These are zebra stripes. Children love zebras, especially musical ones.” He produced a kazoo, playing three catastrophic notes very loudly. “Stop. The birthday clown just spotted us through that window.” The clown waved, then revealed a police badge under sequins. “Relax, Molly. That’s my cousin. She hired us for cleanup.” Molly’s jaw dropped as Bill handed her two trash bags. “You said steal all the presents, not haul discarded wrapping.” A tiny guest opened the door, brandishing a cupcake threateningly. “Technically, nobody said which presents. Look, leftover party favors everywhere!”