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Molly spread the party invitation across the dashboard of their ice cream van. A cartoon giraffe promised cake, magic, and a bouncy castle. Bill adjusted his paper crown, looking less like a thief than a depressed monarch. Beyond the windshield, balloons bobbed above the community center fence, and children shrieked with the terrible energy of people who had never paid taxes. Molly tapped the giraffe. Their plan depended on timing, confidence, and Bill fitting through the gift room window. He looked at it, then quietly hid his cupcake. “We sneak in. You perform magic while I sweep every last present into this sack,” Molly said. “My only trick is making rent money disappear,” Bill said. “Excellent. Do that for the children, then meet me beside the bouncy castle,” Molly said. “Why is our getaway van playing nursery music?” Bill asked. “Because you stole an ice cream van, Bill. Focus. We leave before the clown arrives,” Molly said. “A clown parked behind us. He looks really unfriendly. The children have surrounded the van. One is holding up a Junior Detective badge. Molly, I think we should skip the robbery, perform a show, and never trust a cartoon giraffe again,” Bill whispered.