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Molly spread the birthday invitation across their kitchen table, flattening it with a jar of pickles. The smiling dinosaur on the front looked suspiciously like someone who knew karate. “We enter as professional magicians and leave with their presents,” Molly said. Bill examined the invitation through a magnifying glass stolen from a cereal box. “What if the children demand actual magic before we escape?” Molly pointed to their getaway vehicle: a shopping cart wearing cardboard flames. Bill had insisted the flames improved acceleration. She had insisted he stop testing it on stairs. Their disguises lay nearby. Molly had a velvet cape; Bill had a rabbit costume with the expression of a disappointed accountant. Between them sat three empty sacks and one cupcake. The plan depended on distraction, confusion, and Bill not eating the evidence. Unfortunately, he had already eaten the map, which Molly had drawn on a tortilla. Outside, balloons bobbed above the target house. A dozen children screamed with the focused intensity of tiny tax auditors. Bill swallowed hard. Molly adjusted his rabbit ears, then tucked the sacks beneath her cape. At that moment, the invitation glittered ominously. Under activities, in cheerful pink lettering, were the words: competitive karate.