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Molly picks at a lollipop pilfered from a convenience store, squinting at the community center’s neon “Happy 7th Birthday Lila” banner flapping in the gusty wind. Bill adjusts his too-big clown wig, rubber nose slipping down his chin, prods a crumpled map in his lap. “You sure the gift table’s by the back exit?” Molly says, popping her lollipop out and gesturing to the door. “Positive—my cousin’s kid ratted it out for a shiny dinosaur sticker,” Bill replies. Molly tucks dyed blue hair behind her ear, grabs a fake flower lapel from her bag. “That’s low even for us.” “It’s stacked with remote cars, fancy dolls, cash in gift cards,” Bill says, tapping the map. Bill shifts, gaze darting to the party’s bustling window. “What’s the distraction plan?” Molly asks, lollipop hovering. “I’ll do a terrible balloon animal show, send kids screaming,” Bill says. Molly leans forward, smirks, flicking her lollipop’s stick. “Perfect—they’ll laugh at your deflated giraffe instead of noticing our loot,” she says. Bill adjusts his wig again, grins. “Meet you at the dumpsters in ten minutes,” he says. Molly nods, popping her lollipop back in, gaze sharpening. She checks her watch, shifts her weight, scans the area for lingering security guards.