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Molly unfolded the party invitation. Bill buttered his moustache. “Why are you buttering that?” “It keeps drooping.” “It’s made of horsehair.” “Exactly. It’s nervous. Stop looking at me like that. Now, our entrance?” “Through the bouncy castle at three. The magician produces his rabbit, everyone applauds, and we empty the present table into this sack.” “Won’t the children notice?” “Not if you distract them.” “With what?” “Your natural charm.” “I’ll need a backup.” “Juggling.” “I can’t juggle.” “They’re five. Neither can they.” “Good point. What about the clown?” “He’s guarding the cake.” “Then we bribe him.” “With what?” “Cake.” “That seems circular.” “Bill, crime is mostly circles. At four, we leave through the kitchen, reach the van, and drive away before musical statues.” “And if the parents stop us?” “We’re Aunt Molly and Uncle Bill.” “They know I’m not Uncle Bill.” “Not with that moustache.” “It just fell into the butter.” “Good. It’s looking butter already.” “Shouldn’t we bring a present? For cover?” Molly stared. “We’re stealing thirty presents, and you want to spend money?” “I was thinking something small.” “Fine. Bring your juggling balls.” “I don’t own juggling balls.” “Then steal some. Honestly, Bill, you’re hopeless at being thoughtful.”