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Molly flattened the blueprint over a frosting-stained tablecloth stolen from last week’s clown college yard sale. She had annotated the bouncy castle like it was a bank vault, tracing airflow arrows and the likely tantrum epicenters. Bill weighed a corner with a rubber duck grenade that only squeaked menacingly. "We’re robbing a birthday, Bill." Molly said it like reciting a saint’s name before a sacred folly. Bill adjusted his tie, a streamered noose of confidence, and checked the watch he couldn’t stop resetting. "Relax; kids fear spreadsheets, Molly." He flourished a color-coded schedule labeled Diversion by Cupcake. The plan hinged on a magician’s rabbit, two gluten-free decoys, and a fog machine borrowed from a haunted hayride. Molly rehearsed smiles calibrated to aunt-resistant sincerity while Bill counted steps between gift pile and exit like a cat burglar with asthma. "Presents first, cake never, always." She tapped a glitter star: the getaway path through a maze of juice boxes. The door rattled with distant kazoo thunder. Confetti drifted under it like heraldic dandruff. Bill pocketed a whoopee cushion detonator. "Wear socks; bounce houses judge." He wiped frosting from the blueprint, and their fingerprints turned into sprinkles. The piñata watched, blindfolded, already betrayed.