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Molly pressed her back against the low hedge, peering through plastic leaves at the chaos in the backyard. Toddlers swarmed a bouncy castle like tiny, sticky pirates. Parents clutched paper cups and the last shreds of their dignity. A mountainous pile of wrapped presents glittered beside the cake. "So, we smile, grab the loot, and nobody cries except the clown," Molly whispered. Bill adjusted his fake caterer’s cap, which clearly used to be a shower cap in another life. "Define smile," Bill muttered, eyeing the balloon arch. He winced as a magician produced a live rabbit from an exhausted-looking hat. The children screamed with joy; the rabbit screamed silently. “Friendly, not felony,” she said. Bill studied the presents. Dinosaur wrapping. Unicorns. Something that actually involved glitter and malice. “Big moral difference,” Bill replied. He flicked open the catering clipboard. Inside, instead of menus, he’d taped a meticulous floor plan of the house, all exits and potential Lego hazards marked in red. A kid lobbed a cupcake over the fence. It splatted near Molly’s boot like a pastel grenade. She decided it was time to infiltrate, straightening her borrowed nametag: AUNT SANDRA for the most awkward job she’d taken all week.