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“Bill, you brought the disguises?” “Of course I did, Molly. I’m not a monster. I brought a clown nose, a balloon sword, and a cardigan that says ‘trust me with cake.’” “Brilliant. So we’re infiltrating as entertainers?” “We’re infiltrating as the sort of people nobody checks twice.” “You mean children’s party staff.” “I mean emotionally available.” “Mmm. And the presents?” “Stacked by the rainbow table, according to the baker’s nephew.” “The baker’s nephew?” “Tiny informant. Big ears.” “Bill, are you certain this is a good idea?” “No, but it is a festive idea.” “What if they ask our names?” “You’re Molly.” “And you?” “Bill.” “That’s not a disguise.” “It’s a classic. Nobody suspects a Bill.” “Bill, children are sticky.” “I’ve considered that.” “Have you considered the cake?” “Only in a tactical sense.” “And the balloon animals?” “Diversionary assets.” “And if the host asks why we’re carrying sacks?” “We say it’s a surprise sack race.” “That’s terrible.” “It’s inspired.” “I hate that I love it.” “Hush. The party’s starting.” “One last thing, Bill.” “Yes, Molly?” “After we steal the presents, we do not, under any circumstances, take the pony.” “The pony’s a trap.” “Good.” “Though if it’s a very small pony, I might reconsider.”