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Molly spread the birthday invitation across their kitchen table. A smiling dinosaur promised FUN, which Bill regarded as a threat, not reassurance. “We need disguises. Nobody questions a clown unless the clown asks about the alarm system.” “I refuse to wear those shoes again. Last time, I tripped and accidentally joined a parade.” He pointed at the cartoon castle, then at the sack they'd rather optimistically labeled RETIREMENT FUND. “Fine. You're the magician. I'll be your assistant, and the presents disappear during your grand finale.” “What if the children demand a rabbit?” “Produce your tax returns. They're equally imaginary.” Bill opened his mouth, reconsidered his financial history, and silently surrendered that particular branch of the argument. “There's a flaw. Children notice everything, especially a suspicious woman dragging twelve bicycles toward a getaway van.” “Then we steal only the small presents.” Outside, rain tapped the window. Inside, their criminal empire depended on whether Bill could find his velvet cape without disturbing the cat. “Excellent. Crime with a sensible luggage allowance.” “And absolutely no cake until we're safely outside.” Bill looked down at the invitation again. Beneath the dinosaur, tiny letters announced that every guest would receive a complimentary glitter tattoo afterward.