Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, watching a dozen sugar-fueled kindergarteners rampage across the backyard like tiny, frosting-covered Vikings. The present table groaned under an impressive mountain of wrapped boxes, each one practically screaming "steal me" in shiny paper and oversized bows. Bill adjusted his ridiculous disguise—a rainbow wig and red nose he'd insisted would help them "blend in with the party atmosphere." Unfortunately, he looked more like a deranged carnival escapee than a children's entertainer. "This feels morally questionable," Molly whispered, eyeing a particularly elaborate gift bag topped with tissue paper flowers. "It's just temporary borrowing," Bill replied, his fake nose honking softly as he spoke. A pigtailed terror in a tutu suddenly spotted them and pointed accusingly. "Mommy! There's a scary clown hiding by the bounce house!" The birthday girl's mother emerged from the kitchen carrying a cake shaped like a unicorn, her eyes immediately locking onto Bill's unfortunate costume choice. Three other parents turned their heads in unison, creating what could only be described as a suburban parent death-stare formation. Molly grabbed Bill's polyester sleeve. Time for Plan B: running away very, very quickly.