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“Molly, do not step on the squeaky tile again,” Bill whispered. “I swear last time it sounded like a kazoo having a panic attack.” “It wasn’t me, it was the floor’s emotional response to our greatness,” Molly said. “Focus. Children’s party. Presents. Cashmere wrapping paper.” “Gross, not cashmere. Candy canes. Tiny trains. That one glittery spaceship kid promised their cousin they’d never share.” “We share,” Molly said. “Just not with the kid.” “Morality aside, how do we get in without the face-scanning guardian dog?” “We don’t bring the dog,” Molly replied. “We bring the decoy: your mustache.” “My mustache is not a decoy,” Bill hissed. “It’s a lifestyle.” “Lifestyle doesn’t fit the required disguise,” Molly said. “You’re wearing the inflatable clown nose.” “I refuse. People will think I’m funny.” “That’s the goal. We become harmless comedy. Like a balloon animal that steals.” “Balloons don’t steal,” Bill said. “They do if you pop them at the right time.” “Fine. What’s the plan?” “We enter,” Molly said, “we charm the parents with small talk, then we loot the presents during the magic-show distraction.” “And what if the magician sees through our capes?” “Then we accuse him of stealing our dignity,” Molly said. “Now hush. The party’s starting.” “Wait, why are you holding a bag labeled ‘LEGOS’?” “Because it’s polite,” Molly whispered. “Also, it’s heavy.” “That’s not polite. That’s foreboding.”