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Molly spread the birthday invitation across Bill’s kitchen table, weighing down its corners with a screwdriver, two doughnuts, and their getaway goldfish. “We enter as magicians and leave with everything.” Bill studied the crayon map of the Andersons’ garden. A bouncy castle guarded the eastern fence, a clown patrolled the patio, and forty presents glittered beneath a paper dragon. “Even the rabbit?” “Especially the rabbit. He knows our names.” Bill sighed. Their last job had ended with a guinea pig identifying him in a lineup of suspects, though admittedly the guinea pig had been his nephew. “Not again.” Molly tucked the invitation into her sequinned jacket and outlined the plan. They would arrive during musical statues, when every adult faced the children and nobody faced the cake. Bill would produce scarves from his sleeves until the parents applauded themselves unconscious. Molly would load presents into a hollow magic cabinet, disguised as an obvious magic cabinet. The goldfish circled its bowl, looking unconvinced. Bill practised looking mystical. It resembled indigestion. At noon, they wheeled the cabinet toward the party. A sign read NO MAGICIANS. Molly flipped it over, revealing CATERERS WELCOME, and hung it around Bill’s neck. Now he was catering.