The bouncy castle loomed large, a lurid green and red monstrosity that vibrated slightly with the contained energy of a dozen sugared-up six-year-olds. Molly adjusted her pink tutu, the itchy polyester scratching at her neck. Beside her, Bill struggled to zip up a giant, plush dinosaur costume. His muffled curses were almost drowned out by the tinny strains of "Baby Shark" blasting from a loudspeaker. "You ready for this?" Molly whispered, adjusting the fake flower in her hair. It felt heavy, like it might actually be real and laced with poison. Bill grunted, finally wrestling the zipper into submission. "As I'll ever be."