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Molly crouched behind a topiary giraffe while Bill inspected the bouncy castle. Across the lawn, paper lanterns bobbed above a table overflowing with presents. A magician slept nearby, guarding nothing except his mustache. Molly unfolded their plan, drawn in crayon because Bill had eaten the pencil. He blamed hunger. She blamed everything else. Their disguises waited in a bush: two wigs, one polka dot suit, and shoes Bill had called tactical during their last heist. “We enter as clowns, grab every present, and leave before the cake arrives,” Molly said. “Why clowns?” Bill asked. “Because nobody questions a clown carrying a sack.” “They will if the sack is meowing.” “That is your cat. Why is he here?” “You said bring something inconspicuous.” “He is wearing a bow tie.” “Exactly. He looks employed.” Molly rubbed her temples. “Fine. New plan. You distract the children. I rob them.” Bill gasped. “That sounds illegal when you say it quickly.” “It is illegal slowly.” “Then we should whisper.” They whispered. The cat meowed. The magician woke. Bill sighed. “Our cover is blown.” Molly handed him a wig. “Not yet. Start juggling. Use the rabbit, the cat, and anything else that looks expensive. Improvise, Bill.”