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Molly spread a birthday invitation across the bonnet of their getaway car, a lime green hatchback whose alarm sounded like a goose experiencing betrayal. “We enter as entertainers, collect every present, and leave before cake,” Molly said. “Absolutely not. Last time you made me a balloon poodle, somebody tried walking me,” Bill said. He inspected the house. Through the window, twelve children were attacking a magician with foam swords. The magician appeared to be negotiating asylum with a rabbit. “Then we pose as present inspectors. Safety regulations. Very official. Bring your serious clipboard.” “My serious clipboard has a unicorn sticker.” “That suggests government funding.” Bill opened the boot. Inside lay two clown wigs, a sack, and the haunted expression of a man reconsidering his career choices. “What if the presents are terrible? What if we risk prison for glitter slime?” “We sell the slime.” “To whom? Other criminals with disappointing birthdays?” “Fine. We inspect first. Only steal valuable things.” “Like dignity?” “Nobody brings dignity to a party featuring a man dressed as a giant inflatable carrot.” Across the lawn, the carrot waved. Bill waved back automatically. Molly sighed, recognizing the universal greeting of professionals who had badly misjudged their prospects.