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“Molly, we are not robbing a bank,” Bill whispered. “We are liberating sugar-coated assets from people under four feet tall.” “Under four feet and armed with whistles,” said Molly. “Never underestimate a child with a recorder.” “The timetable is simple. Magician at two, cake at three, parental vigilance collapses at three-oh-five.” “That’s when frosting blinds the adults?” “Exactly. Chaos is our chauffeur.” “And the loot?” “Stacked by the bouncy castle like a shrine to poor judgment.” “Lovely. We stroll in as what?” “Balloon artists.” “You can’t tie a balloon dog.” “I can tie a balloon regret.” “Bill, last time your poodle looked like a cursed sausage.” “The children loved it.” “They screamed.” “Enthusiasm wears many hats.” “What about the guard?” “There is no guard.” “There is always a guard. At children’s parties it’s an aunt named Denise.” “Fine. We distract Denise with gossip and a tray of vol-au-vents.” “Then?” “Then we sweep the presents into the cake trolley and roll out.” “Bill, that’s appalling.” “Professionally appalling.” Molly sighed. “If anyone asks, we’re entertainers.” Bill grinned. “We are. We make birthdays unforgettable.” “Or infamous.” “Same business.” “And if a toddler spots us?” “We yell, ‘Surprise pirates!’ and retreat dramatically with the treasure.”