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Molly unfolded a crayon map. Bill stared at the smiling plastic castle drawn beside an enormous, suspiciously purple birthday cake. "Molly, why does our escape route go through the ball pit?" "Because nobody searches a ball pit, Bill. Civilization has agreed to pretend whatever lives underneath those balls is somebody else's problem." "We're stealing presents from children. Surely there's a less sticky crime available." "These children have a chocolate fountain. We have half a coupon for soup." "What's my disguise?" "A magician." "I can't do magic." "You're making thirty presents disappear." "What if they request a rabbit?" "Apologize and produce your landlord." "He bites." "So do rabbits." "Molly, one package says it's a telescope." "Excellent resale value." "And another says it's for Emma, who wants to see the moon because her grandmother lives there now." "Oh." "We could steal the chocolate fountain instead." "That's heavy." "Then we could attend, eat cake, and reconsider our professional direction." "Fine. But you're still the magician." "What am I making disappear?" "Our dignity." "Already gone. Should I bring a gift?" "Bring the soup coupon." "It's expired." "Then wrap it twice. Children appreciate suspense." "And adults?" "Adults appreciate someone else dealing with the ball pit."