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Molly adjusted her sunglasses, peering through the window at the glittering backyard. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction. Like, a *very* convincing one." Bill adjusted his own shades, squinting at the inflatable unicorn. "I don’t know, Molly. That thing’s got *eyes*." "Exactly! We’ll just pretend we’re lost parents. The kids will scatter like confetti. Then we hit the presents like a pack of wolves." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re such a romantic. What if someone recognizes us?" "Then we’ll say we’re *very* sorry and *accidentally* drop our wallets. Classic. Classic." A car pulled up. "There’s our distraction. Let’s go!" Molly grabbed her bag. "And if anyone asks, we’re *definitely* not here to steal presents. We’re just… *very* excited for the party." Bill grinned. "I’ll tell them we’re *very* allergic to surprises." They slipped inside, the kids already giggling at the "lost" parents. Molly sighed. "This is gonna be easier than a math test."