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Molly spread the birthday invitation across their kitchen table. Bill examined it through a magnifying glass stolen from a cereal box. Outside, rain battered the windows. Inside, their criminal mastermind meeting smelled of burnt toast and deeply questionable career choices. “Saturday afternoon. Twelve children. Thirty presents. We enter as entertainers.” “Excellent. I can juggle.” “You dropped your sandwich while sitting down.” “That was a rehearsal.” “We take everything before the cake arrives.” “What about the clown?” “We distract him.” “With what?” “Professional criticism.” “That seems unnecessarily cruel.” “He knows what he did.” Bill leaned back, considering the moral implications of insulting a clown. His chair squeaked like it wanted a different accomplice. “What if the presents contain educational toys?” “Then we sell them to desperate parents.” “What if they're all socks?” “Then we retire. Nobody suspects sock millionaires.” “I want the dinosaur wrapping paper.” “Fine. But no opening anything until we're home.” “Even if it rattles?” “Especially then, Bill.” Molly folded the invitation with surgical precision. Bill practiced a sinister laugh and immediately hiccupped. From upstairs, their landlord shouted that rent was overdue. Both thieves looked at the invitation again. Suddenly, even the socks seemed like a promising investment.