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Molly spread the birthday invitation across their kitchen table like a classified blueprint. Bill examined the smiling unicorn with professional suspicion. Outside, rain tapped the window, applauding their terrible judgment. “Seven children, two parents, one magician,” Molly said. “We’re robbing a kingdom guarded by glitter,” Bill said. “The presents sit beside the cake. We enter as entertainers, fill the van, disappear.” “I refuse to wear the rabbit suit again. Last time, somebody fed me lettuce.” “Fine. You’re the clown.” “That feels more like revenge.” Bill opened a battered suitcase. Inside lay balloons, lockpicks, and a red nose with the weary dignity of a retired judge. Molly studied the guest list. Her confidence developed a small, audible crack. “My niece is going.” “Does she know you steal things?” “She thinks I’m in acquisitions.” “Technically accurate. What does she want?” “A pony.” “Please tell me there’s no pony.” “There is a pony.” “Then we need another van.” “No, Bill. We need better jobs.” “Does the magician offer dental insurance?” Molly folded the invitation. Bill put on the red nose anyway. For several seconds, neither spoke. Then they began planning the only operation either could stomach: delivering presents and stealing leftover birthday cake.