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Molly flattened the birthday invitation against their greasy kitchen table. “The party starts at three, and the presents arrive earlier.” Bill studied the map, which was drawn entirely in crayon. “Why is the security system wearing a little purple hat?” Molly tapped the drawing with a dramatically unpeeled cheese stick. “That’s a clown, Bill. The alarm is the birthday boy.” Bill considered this, then produced two suspiciously small party hats. “We could disguise ourselves as twins attending the festivities together.” Molly examined his bald head and her enormous red curls. “You would need a wig, and I would need glasses.” Outside, a passing ice cream truck played its sinister jingle. “Once inside, we grab every present and escape through where?” Molly circled the garden gate with a stolen pink marker. “The gate, obviously. We’ll hide everything inside the magician’s trunk.” Bill frowned at the invitation, reading its smallest printed line. “It says guests must bring presents. We haven’t bought any.” Molly opened their cupboard, revealing dozens of previously stolen presents. “We’ll bring these old ones. Nobody will notice the difference.” Bill smiled until he spotted the name on one tag. “Molly, this party is yours. You’re stealing your own presents.”