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Molly spread the party invitation across their kitchen table as though it were a priceless museum blueprint. Beside her, Bill inspected a clown wig with the grim concentration usually reserved for explosives. “We steal the presents, Bill, not the birthday child.” Bill nodded, relieved that someone had finally established boundaries. Their previous job had ended with a stolen aquarium and six months of arguing about custody. “Fine. But if there's cake, I'm billing this as professional catering.” Molly ignored this and tapped the invitation. Seven years old. Twelve guests. A magician. She circled the last detail, then stared at Bill until he stopped practicing his invisible rabbit. The plan depended on confidence, timing, and nobody asking why the entertainment arrived carrying an empty laundry basket. Bill suggested calling it a portable wonder cabinet. Molly suggested he stop contributing. Outside, a delivery truck rattled past. Both thieves ducked instinctively, although neither could explain what crime they believed the florist had witnessed. Molly packed the wig while Bill examined their getaway vehicle: a bicycle with training wheels. It belonged to his nephew, who had demanded collateral. Bill had surrendered his watch. Already, the operation was running at a loss, financially and, unmistakably, spiritually.