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They crouched behind a hedge shaped like a dinosaur that regretted everything. "Bill, we can't wear stripes; the balloons will accuse us loudly tonight." Party music bobbed over the fence, buoyed by squeals and smell of icing ambition. "Relax, Molly, we'll blend in; we're professionals at looking surprisingly helpful at parties." Molly adjusted a bowtie that had lost an argument with glitter. "I brought wrapping paper disguises; we pretend to be emergency gift-staff tonight." Bill unfolded a clipboard, nodding at balloons drifting like suspicious sheriffs. "And if questioned, we demonstrate safety bows, then confiscate hazardous ribbons for inspection." Confetti dusted their knees, as if the lawn had sneezed rainbow disbelief. "But children sense weakness; last week, toddlers dismantled my alibi mid-sentence brutally." A banner declared CELEBRATE in capital letters that threatened litigation. "That's why we smile confidently and speak fluent frosting about cooperative generosity protocols." Somewhere inside, a magician argued with a rabbit about overtime. "Fine, but no clown shoes; they squeak confessions at the worst moments." They rehearsed smiles with minimal sincerity. A piñata swayed, staring down judgily. "Agreed; instead, we carry clipboards, list presents, and vanish during cake and sprinkles." Night sneaked closer, pockets rustling with crinkly intentions.