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Molly spread the stolen invitation across the steering wheel and smoothed it with one gloved hand. Outside, rainbow balloons bobbed above the Hartleys’ garden, where a bouncy castle shuddered as though digesting something large. Bill adjusted his false moustache and studied the crayoned map she had drawn on a napkin. “The presents are here,” Molly said, tapping a square labelled LOOT. “We enter as entertainers, grab the lot, and leave before the cake.” “Why is the bouncy castle marked doom?” Bill asked. “Because I have seen what happens when thirty children discover sugar,” Molly said. “Our disguises are in the boot. You are a magician. I am your lovely assistant, which is unfair, as I planned everything.” Bill lifted the invitation. “It says fancy dress. We could simply walk in.” “We are not simply walking in,” Molly said. “We are professionals. Professionals rappel.” “From where?” Molly pointed at the oak tree beside the garden. A squirrel sat on the lowest branch, eating a cocktail sausage with the serenity of a king. “Bill, you will distract the parents by doing magic. I will empty the present table into your top hat.” “My top hat holds two scarves and a biscuit.” “Then eat the biscuit.” “What about the children?” “Tell them you are making generosity disappear.” Bill considered this. Inside the garden, someone released a swarm of kazooing toddlers from the castle. They circled a woman carrying a jelly, then scattered when a man in a dinosaur suit arrived with a bubble machine. Bill’s moustache slid down his cheek. “I have changed my mind,” he said. “The dinosaur has a longer reach.” “He is not security.” “Everyone is security at a children’s party. Even the grandparents. Especially the grandparents.” Molly peeled his moustache off his chin and stuck it back above his lip. “Fine,” Molly said. “New plan. We go in through the front door.” Bill blinked. “That is your new plan?” “The front door is the last place anyone expects a burglar.” “It is where they expect guests.” “Exactly. We shall be disguised as guests.” “You are wearing a striped sack labelled SWAG.” Molly looked down at her costume. “This is why you do the magic.” Bill sighed, took the top hat from the boot, and produced a bunch of flowers, three doves, and a parking ticket. “Why on earth did I bring three doves to a robbery? And why is there a parking ticket in my hat?” Molly returned the doves, kept the flowers, and tucked the invitation into her sack. Across the road, the Hartleys’ front door opened. A woman wearing a badge that said MUM waved at them. “Are you the entertainers?” she called. “Yes,” said Molly. “No,” said Bill. The woman squinted. Behind her, children began singing with the brute force of a football crowd. Molly straightened her sack. Bill palmed his biscuit. “Remember,” she whispered, “we leave before the cake.” “And if there are goodie bags?” Molly grinned. “Then, my dear Billdini, we expand the operation.”