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Molly spread the party invitation across their table. Bill examined it upside down. “We need disguises, Bill. Nobody questions entertainers, especially entertainers carrying an enormous sack and expressing professional disappointment in the cake.” “I refuse to be a clown. Last time, a toddler identified my getaway shoes as suspicious and demanded balloon restitution.” “Fine. You're the magician. We make every present disappear, then leave before anyone requests the traditional, deeply inconvenient reappearance part.” “What if they ask me to pull a rabbit out of my hat?” “Tell them it's unionized. Rabbits get breaks. Frankly, rabbits have negotiated substantially better working conditions than we ever managed ourselves.” “Molly, these presents are for children. What if we open one and discover tiny socks? I cannot fence tiny socks.” “Then we diversify. Luxury sock brokerage. Very exclusive clientele. People with tiny feet and absolutely enormous disposable incomes, probably dukes.” “And the birthday child?” “We leave a note saying the presents are delayed by magic.” “That's cruel.” “You're right. New plan: steal the clown's fee.” “Excellent. Finally, a victim with pockets.” “Those aren't pockets, Bill. They're seventeen handkerchiefs tied together.” “Then we start a luxury handkerchief brokerage.” Outside, a clown honked. Both thieves jumped.