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Molly spread a crayon map of the community center across the dashboard while Bill adjusted his false mustache, which promptly drooped into his cold coffee. “We enter as magicians, amaze the parents, baffle the children, and roll every present out inside my supposedly empty rabbit hutch before the cake arrives.” Bill considered this, stirring his mustache with a pencil. Outside, a unicorn balloon bobbed past the window, pursued by six shrieking toddlers and somebody’s grandmother. “Splendid, except your rabbit is real, my wand fires actual doves, and neither of us can survive a single question about magic from suspicious toddlers.” Molly snapped the map shut. Inside, a children’s choir began singing about sharing. Both thieves flinched violently, as though sprayed with holy water and glitter. “Fine, no magic. We pose as caterers, load the gifts onto a dessert trolley, and tell everyone they are going to a safer party instead.” Bill pointed to the final detail, a stick figure labeled getaway driver. It wore a bowler hat and appeared to be holding a large balloon. “That is you. I shall be hiding inside the cake, which explains why we must steal the presents before anyone serves dessert or sings again.”