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Molly spread the party invitation across their table. Bill studied its glittery unicorn with the suspicion usually reserved for informants. “We need disguises, Bill. Nobody questions a balloon artist, especially one wearing shoes shaped like distressed bananas.” “I question those shoes. Also, how do we steal forty presents without attracting attention from forty tiny witnesses?” Outside, rain battered their getaway bicycle. Its basket already contained a crowbar, three sandwiches, and an unnecessarily elaborate emergency mustache. “Easy. We announce a magic trick. Everything disappears, and then so do we.” “Last time your magic trick ended with me handcuffed to a goat.” Bill adjusted his tie, which featured pickles. Molly had called it professional; Bill suspected she meant professionally embarrassing in public. “That goat was an undercover officer. Focus. You distract the birthday boy while I collect the loot.” Molly tapped the invitation’s address. Beneath it, someone had written Please bring socks, a requirement neither criminal qualified to interpret. “What if he cries?” “Offer cake.” “What if I cry?” “Then take two slices. Bill, must I handle every detail of this operation?” Bill nodded solemnly. Then he packed paper plates, because even thieves understood that stealing cake without proper equipment was barbaric.