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Molly studied the glittery invitation. Bill wore a dinosaur costume, its inflatable tail sweeping crumbs from their hideout’s crooked table. “We’re stealing all the presents, Bill, not auditioning for Jurassic Preschool. Why are you dressed like something that eats birthday candles and cries during puppet shows?” “Camouflage. Children trust dinosaurs.” “Children also trust clowns, and last time you wore face paint, somebody hired you to explain their divorce.” “I was sensitive.” “You charged by the balloon.” “Fine. What’s the plan?” “We stroll into the party looking respectable, gather every present, and leave before anybody notices.” “Respectable dinosaurs?” “Bill.” “Sorry. Where do we put everything?” “In your enormous tail.” “It’s full of air.” “So is your contribution.” “What if the birthday girl catches us?” “We improvise.” “I can roar.” “You sound like a kettle apologizing.” “Maybe we should leave her one present.” “We’re thieves, Bill.” “Yes, but I’m not a monster.” “You’re literally wearing one.” “An herbivore. Morally important distinction.” “What present would you leave?” “The biggest.” “That defeats the entire scheme.” “Then we steal the smallest?” “That’s probably socks.” “Perfect. Nobody cries over stolen socks.” “I’m beginning to suspect you’re terrible at crime.” “Only birthdays. Weddings, I’m an absolute menace.”