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Molly crouched behind a tall hedge wearing a bright yellow tracksuit that she refused to admit looked ridiculous. Bill stood beside her in a stolen tuxedo holding a crowbar and a checklist printed on pink paper. They stared across the suburban street at a house decorated with balloons and a crooked banner advertising a birthday party. Children shouted inside while parents carried cake and juice boxes toward a backyard full of tables and chairs. "Okay, Bill, the plan is simple, and nobody gets hurt except maybe my dignity in this outfit," Molly said. "I love simple plans, especially when they involve stealing presents from tiny humans who cannot chase us." Bill replied. "We enter through the side gate, grab the gift table, and leave before anyone notices the empty space." Molly whispered. "What about the clown? He has been watching us since we parked the getaway bicycle by the mailbox." Bill said. "Ignore the clown, because clowns fear only two things, which are silence and unexpected jazz solos." Molly said. "Fine, but if trouble starts, we run toward the sprinklers and pretend we are washing the car." Bill whispered. "Deal, and remember to smile so neighbors think we are just very enthusiastic party guests." Molly said. "I can do enthusiastic, especially if the presents include a video game console and chocolate." Bill replied. "Then we are rich, famous, and slightly sticky from stolen frosting by sunset tonight." Molly said. "Let us go." Bill said. Molly nodded and adjusted her gloves while Bill tested the crowbar against the fence with theatrical confidence. The side gate squeaked loudly because someone had clearly forgotten to oil it during the previous summer. Bill froze and stared at his own shoes as if they might squeak next in sympathy. A dog barked from behind a neighboring wall and then settled back into judgmental silence. Molly pressed a finger to her lips even though she had not yet said anything worth pressing about. They moved together like two very committed raccoons wearing borrowed costumes in a school play. Every step brought them closer to the gift table where colorful boxes waited in cheerful towers. A small boy chased a bubble across the lawn and nearly collided with Bill's trembling knees. Molly caught the bubble on her fingertip and popped it with a small surprised gasp. Parents laughed nearby without noticing the two adults creeping toward the presents like shy burglars. The cake arrived with five crooked candles and a layer of frosting that smelled like vanilla and freedom. Molly imagined the taste and nearly forgot her mission for a full glorious second. Bill nudged her elbow and pointed toward a stack of presents wrapped in shiny superhero paper. One box rattled mysteriously whenever someone walked past it and seemed to whisper strange promises. Molly reached for the largest box while Bill checked the escape route toward the bicycle. Just then a cheer rose from the party and everyone turned toward the birthday child with pure joy.