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Molly spread the invitation across Bill’s windshield. “Operation Birthday Bash begins at noon.” “Why noon?” Bill asked. “Because the clown arrives at twelve-thirty, and I refuse to be outsmarted by a man whose trousers have their own weather system.” “We’re stealing presents from children, Molly.” “Borrowing them indefinitely. Besides, you said you wanted a job with cake.” “I said I wanted a job with a low risk of imprisonment.” “Details. You’ll be the magician.” “I can’t do magic.” “Perfect. No one will suspect you’re doing anything useful.” Bill pointed at the invitation. “It says parents must accompany their children.” “Excellent. You can accompany yourself. You’ve been emotionally six since Tuesday.” “And what’s your role?” “Auntie Molly. I’ll admire the party bags, compliment the bunting, and locate the present table.” “Then we grab everything?” “Everything except the violin lessons. Even I have standards.” Bill sighed. “What if someone recognises us?” “We’ll say we’re entertainers.” “What do you entertain?” “Mostly suspicions.” “This is a terrible plan.” “Bill, our last plan involved an alpaca, a cannon, and three confused bishops. This is practically banking.” “Fine. But I want cake.” “Steal your own slice. I’m not carrying crumbs. My getaway dress has no pockets.”