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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 his pants on fire—classic misdirection. We’re in and out before the ice cream melts.” “And if some five-year-old recognizes us from the *last* birthday we hit?” “Then we tell ‘em we’re *different* clowns. Molly, there’s a *mountain* of LEGOs in there. LEGOs! Do you know what those go for on the black market?” “Yeah, a lifetime of therapy for the kids we traumatize. Also, why are *you* the one in the sparkly jumpsuit?” Bill struck a pose. “Distraction, babe. While they’re busy judging my life choices, you’re swiping the My Little Ponies.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But if I have to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ one more time, I’m taking a hostage.” Bill grinned. “Deal. But if we get caught, you’re the one who ‘accidentally’ let the pony out.” “You’re a monster.” “And you’re my getaway driver. Now hand me that whoopee cushion—*professional* tools only.”