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“Look at this invitation. ‘Princess Pops’ sixth birthday. There will be a piñata. A glorious, candy-filled piñata.” Molly tapped the glittery card. “It’s our duty.” Bill peered from behind the curtain. “Molly, it’s a backyard party. There are tiny humans. They’re armed with noisemakers.” “Precisely. They’re distracted. We move in during the cake-induced sugar crash. You create a diversion.” “A diversion? What kind? I’m not doing the chicken dance again.” “No. You will start a conga line. A long, winding, irresistible conga line. It will funnel them away from the gift table.” “And you?” “I will be the shadow, the breeze, the silent liberator of presents. I’ve studied the list. There are at least three LEGO sets. Unopened.” “What if a kid sees you?” “You offer them a slice of rainbow cake. From their own kitchen. It’s the perfect crime.” Bill sighed, glancing at the backyard. “Fine. But if a clown shows up, I’m out. I draw the line at clowns.” “Noted. Now, review the conga line steps. And try to look fun.”