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(They crouch behind a snack table, whispering plans.) (A stray balloon drifts by, tugging at a streamer.) (They grin softly.) Molly: We’ll enter as guests, compliment the cake, and pretend our mission is to collect the giggles and glitter tonight. Bill: Great, we’ll blend with balloons, practice our most innocent faces, and casually pocket everything wrapped in shiny paper tonight. Molly: I’ll corner the gift tables while you distract the clowns with a dramatic sneeze and a credit card trick. Bill: A sneeze will do, but I’m more comfortable with a sneeze-and-tiptoe routine, synchronized with the giggling security camera tonight. Molly: Remember the exit route, not a door, a suggestion of escaping through an enthusiastic group hug from the crowd. Bill: If anything goes sideways, we deploy the decoy cake and pretend we’re part of the dessert committee tonight anyway. Molly: Then we bow, exit, and pretend the night belonged to the magic in the frosting and the squeaky shoes. Bill: If we’re questioned, we claim it was an elaborate performance for charity sponsored by a very forgetful elf tonight. Molly: Agreed, partner; our tale ends with cupcakes, not cuffs, and a bow to the toddlers who unknowingly applauded us.