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Molly spread the party invitation across the kitchen table like it was a treasure map. "Three o'clock, Saturday, at the community center. Fifty kids. Fifty presents." Bill squinted at the glittery unicorn border. "We're stealing from children?" "We're stealing from parents who forgot to write 'no gifts' on the invitation." Molly grabbed a marker and circled the RSVP number. "Think about it. No alarms. No security. Just a bouncy castle and juice boxes." "Juice boxes?" "Exactly. The security is a twenty-two-year-old in a dinosaur costume." Bill leaned back, considering. "What's our angle? Clowns? Magicians?" "Better." Molly pulled out two name tags. "'Uncle Bill' and 'Aunt Molly.' We're the entertainment." "The entertainment steals presents?" "We're method actors, Bill. Deep cover. We commit to the bit." She handed him a kazoo. "Practice your balloon animals. Badly. That's the character." Bill blew into the kazoo. It wheezed pathetically. "Is this humiliation or preparation?" "Both. The parents will pity us. They'll offer us cake." "And then?" "Then we load the SUV while they're distracted by our tragic kazoo performance." Molly grinned. "It's perfect. Nobody suspects the sad aunt." Bill tucked the kazoo into his pocket. "I hate this plan." "You'll love the haul." She pointed at the gift table on the invitation's back. "Look at that. A tablet. Probably two. Kids get everything now." "What if we get caught?" Molly shrugged. "Community service. We'll entertain at the juvenile detention center." "That's not—" "Same skill set, Bill. Same skill set."