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Molly adjusted her purple sequined mask, which looked less like professional gear and more like a discarded disco ball fragment. She crouched behind a giant inflatable T-Rex, peering through the plastic scales at the fortress of wrapping paper stacked near the bounce house. Bill shivered violently in his oversized clown suit, the red nose bobbing with every nervous twitch as he clutched a burlap sack decorated with sad faces. The air smelled overwhelmingly of sugar frosting and despair. Molly signaled silently, pointing toward the golden throne where the birthday boy sat, surrounded by a moat of果汁 boxes. Bill nodded, his face pale beneath the white greasepaint, and mimed opening a lock with trembling fingers. They moved forward, their sneakers squeaking loudly on the polished gym floor, sounding exactly like rubber ducks being strangled. A sudden gust from the ventilation system sent a cascade of glitter raining down upon them, making them sparkle menacingly in the dim light. Molly froze, eyes wide, as a single balloon popped somewhere in the distance with the sound of a gunshot. Bill dropped to his knees, pretending to tie a shoe that was already tied, while sweating profusely through the thick polyester fabric. They held their breath, waiting for the inevitable arrival of angry parents or perhaps a very confused mascot.