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Molly and Bill ducked behind a cluster of bushes near the party venue, watching the colorful chaos inside. A banner that read "Happy 7th Birthday, Timmy!" fluttered in the breeze, and the sound of children laughing and screaming with delight filled the air. Balloons bobbed near the ceiling like multicolored planets in a tiny solar system. Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which had already begun to peel at the edges. "This seems like a terrible idea." Molly didn’t look up from the party invitation in her hands. "According to this, the parents are throwing a big bash. Adults will be chatting, kids will be eating cake. No one’s paying attention to anything else." Bill tugged at his collar. "So we just waltz in, grab the presents, and leave?" Molly shook her head. "There’s a locked back door and windows too small for either of us to fit through." Bill pulled out a set of lockpicks with a satisfied grin. "Lucky for you, I’ve been brushing up on my locksmith skills. Correspondence course, top marks." Molly’s smile faded. "Don’t forget about the magician. Kids will swarm him like flies on honey." Bill waved a hand. "Five minutes tops. By then, we’ll have the presents and be out the back door. Parents will be too busy with their phones to notice." Molly pointed to a crumpled map she’d scribbled on the back of a napkin. "Presents are by the bouncy castle. And if we’re not careful, we’ll end up inside that thing again." Bill groaned, rubbing his temples. "Don’t remind me. Last time, it took three teenagers to peel me off the ceiling." Molly rummaged in her bag and pulled out two bright red noses. "Plan B: we become clowns. No one questions clowns at children’s parties." Bill stared at the nose in his hand like it was a live grenade. "I am not wearing that." Molly clipped hers onto her face with a practiced flick. "Come on, it’ll be fun." "I look ridiculous in anything," Bill grumbled, but he took the nose and shoved it onto his face with a sigh. Molly clapped him on the back. "Ready?" Bill adjusted his nose with two fingers and muttered, "I hate my life."