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"So the party starts at two," Molly said, spreading a crayon-drawn map across the dashboard. "We go in through the back gate at two fifteen, right when they're doing the piñata." "Why the piñata?" Bill asked. "Because every kid and every parent will be blindfolded or ducking for cover. It's basically a war zone. Nobody's watching the gift table." "I don't know, Molly. Last time we hit a kid's party, that six-year-old bit me." "That was a birthday for twins. Twins are feral. This is a single-child event. Manageable." "And the presents? What are we expecting here?" "LEGOs, Bill. Mountains of LEGOs. There's also a rumor about a Nintendo Switch." "A rumor?" "I have a source inside the preschool. Very reliable. She goes by Princess Sparkle." "You're getting intel from a four-year-old?" "She drives a hard bargain. Cost me two juice boxes and a glitter sticker, but she delivered." Bill rubbed his temples. "What's our exit strategy?" "We load the wagon, roll out through the side yard, and blend in with the neighborhood dog walkers." "We don't have a dog." "That's why I stole one this morning." Bill stared at her. "You're a monster." "I prefer visionary."