“A children’s party? Seriously, Bill? That’s low, even for us.” Molly shoved a handful of jellybeans into her mouth, rattling the bowl with a scoff. Bill, draped dramatically over a chaise longue, waved a dismissive hand. “Darling, you wound me. Besides, have you ever seen the price of those battery-powered cars? Pure extortion. We’ll be doing the parents a favor, really.” “By stealing their kids’ birthday presents?” "Think of it as redistributing the joy, darling. We all deserve a little fun. Besides, who can resist a good bouncy castle?” Bill winked. "Oh, alright," Molly groaned. "But you're handling the sugar-crazed toddlers." "Deal!" Bill chirped, leaping from the chaise longue. “Now, where did I put my clown shoes?”