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Molly unfolded the invitation. Bill squinted at its glittery unicorn. “First rule: we steal the presents, not the cake. We are criminals, Bill, not monsters.” “What if the cake is shaped like a treasure chest?” “Then we respect the craftsmanship and leave it.” “I brought disguises.” “Why are both disguises clowns?” “Because nobody questions clowns carrying enormous bags.” “Everybody questions clowns, Bill. That is practically their entire business model.” “Fine. You’re the magician. I’m your glamorous assistant.” “You look like a refrigerator wearing curtains.” “Glamour comes in different sizes.” “We enter during musical chairs, gather the parcels, and disappear before anyone notices.” “What about security?” “The birthday boy’s grandmother.” “I’m out.” “She’s eighty.” “She caught me stealing a biscuit last Christmas. I still apologize whenever I see shortbread.” “Then distract her.” “With what?” “Ask whether children today have manners.” “Brilliant. That buys us forty minutes.” “And absolutely no opening presents.” “How will we know which ones contain cash?” “They’re seven, Bill. They contain dinosaurs.” “So this is less a robbery and more a toy acquisition.” “Exactly.” “Can I keep a dinosaur?” “Only if you stop calling it the Crime Pony.” Bill quietly crossed out the bicycle’s name on his blueprint.