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Molly crouched behind an inflatable unicorn, watching the yard pulse with ukulele music and frosting fumes. A banner yelled HAPPY SEVENISH. Bill adjusted his black beanie and tried to look like a dad who understood juice boxes. The prize sat beside the bouncy castle: a glittering hill of presents, bows like emergency parachutes. Their heist was simple: drift in during the piñata riot, load a trash bag, exit through the side gate. Complication: a clown guarded the perimeter, stalking in slow circles with a bubble machine that hissed like a tiny dragon. "Stay low. Grab unlabeled stuff," Molly murmured. Bill peered at the tags. "Everything’s labeled. We take gift cards." The piñata swung and missed again; candy finally burst out, and children swarmed the lawn like piranhas in party hats. Molly and Bill slid forward, smiling with painful friendliness, hands already scooping. "Clown’s watching. Smile like parents," Molly warned. "I forgot how today," Bill said, his grin creaking. A ribbon squeaked under his fingers. The clown’s head snapped toward them, red nose twitching. Molly calmly lifted a stack of envelopes from the card table and waved, as if she belonged to somebody’s PTA. Behind her, Bill bagged stickers, then reconsidered.