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Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and glared at Bill. “You’re telling me the *best* time to hit the piñata stash is *during* the cake?” Bill wiped frosting from his fake mustache. “Kid’s blowing out candles, parents are distracted, magician’s setting himself on fire—classic misdirection. We’re in, we’re out, we’re swimming in unassembled LEGO sets.” “And if some five-year-old recognizes us from the *last* birthday we hit?” “Then we tell ‘em we’re *different* clowns. There’s, like, a union. Rules.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if I have to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ one more time, I’m taking a hostage.” Bill grinned. “Attagirl. Now, you got the balloon animal diversion ready?” “Do I *look* like a balloon animal expert? I made a giraffe that looked like a deflated cond—” “Less details! Just keep ‘em busy while I swap the gift bags for the decoys.” Molly held up a glitter-covered sack. “You *did* remember to replace the good presents with rocks, right?” Bill patted his pocket. “Rocks, a single raisin, and one *very* disappointed child’s dream journal.” Molly groaned. “We’re monsters.” Bill adjusted his bowtie. “Professional monsters.”