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Molly crouched behind the hedges, studying the backyard like it was a bank vault made of inflatable dinosaurs. Bill’s duffel bag sagged with empty space and unrealistic ambition. Through the window they saw streamers, a hired princess, and parents clustered around a cooler as if guarding state secrets. A piñata swung from a tree, already bruised. Molly clicked a tiny flashlight; Bill flinched as though it were a siren. Somewhere, a child announced, “Sugar is my power.” That seemed like a threat. They adjusted their cheap costumes. “Molly, tonight’s the score,” Bill whispered. “Kids’ party. Mountains of presents.” “Right,” Molly said. “We go in as entertainers.” “I don’t entertain,” Bill said. “I terrify.” “Perfect,” Molly said. “You’re the magician. I’m face paint.” “How do we carry everything?” Bill asked. “Gift bags,” Molly said. “We ‘hand them out’ to ourselves.” “And parents?” Bill said. “Talk about gluten-free frosting,” Molly said. “They’ll faint politely.” “The birthday kid?” Bill asked. “Leave one box marked ‘Homework,’” Molly said. “No child touches it.” “Brilliant,” Bill said. “Do I wear the clown tie?” “Only if you want to be arrested faster,” Molly said. They waited for the moment the candles were lit and the chaos began.