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Molly and Bill crouched behind a privet hedge, eyeing the glowing windows of number 14 Maple Lane. Through the conservatory glass, thirty sugar-crazed children shrieked around a bouncy castle while a magician in a banana costume lost a wrestling match with a unicycle. Molly tapped a plan drawn on a pizza box, her red foam nose askew. "Ten minutes. Every present. No witnesses." Bill nodded solemnly, then sneezed into his fake moustache, which launched itself into the hedge. He retrieved it with dignity, then tiptoed toward the gate in squeaky clown shoes. Every step sounded like a dying goose. "What about the banana?" Molly shrugged. "Who's going to believe a banana?" The plan was simple. Pose as the hired clowns, hoist the gifts into a wheelbarrow beneath a tarpaulin marked PARTY SUPPLIES, and vanish before anybody cut the cake. Bill squinted at the wheelbarrow, which had one flat tyre, a suspicious wobble, and jam on the handles. Molly sighed. "Still, it works. Mostly." Through the living room window, presents towered beside an empty sofa, wrapped in glittering paper and labelled in crayon. One box, marked FROM AUNTIE DOT, had air holes. Molly decided that was a problem for Future Molly.