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Molly adjusted her pink party hat in the rearview mirror, scowling. “Bill, this plan is insane. We’re supposed to blend in at a kids’ party? You realize we stick out like raccoons at a cat show, right?” Bill grinned, his fake mustache crooked. “Relax, Moll. Nobody’s gonna suspect us. We’re the entertainment. The magicians. Who doesn’t love magicians?” “Magicians who steal presents?” Molly shot back, smoothing her oversized clown shirt. “That’s not magic, Bill. That’s just theft with glitter.” “Exactly!” Bill said, snapping his fingers. “It’s a twist. We’ll dazzle ‘em with card tricks, and while they’re distracted, we load the gifts into the van. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” “Easy peasy lemon squeezy?” Molly groaned. “You sound like a sitcom dad from the ’90s.” “Hey, I’m improvising here!” Bill protested. “Besides, it’ll work. Trust me.” Molly sighed, glancing at the stack of fake balloons in the backseat. “Fine. But if one of those kids catches us, you’re buying me tacos for a month.” “Deal,” Bill said, adjusting his bowtie. “Now, let’s go make some birthday magic—chaos optional.” They exchanged a nod, stepped out of the van, and marched toward the house, their oversized shoes squeaking with every step.