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Molly adjusted her unicorn horn headpiece, glaring at Bill, who clutched a balloon cat. “We stick to the wall, grab the presents, and vanish,” Molly said. “Vanish? I’ll vanish if a toddler lassos me. What if theyrecognize the evil unicorn?” Bill gestured to her neon-green horn. “They’ll think it’s part of the ‘mystery quest.’ Now, hand me the noise machine.” Bill handed her a pink earmuff set. “These are for *you*? I thought we agreed you’re the quiet one.” “I’m the *distraction*. You’re the getaway balloon artist.” “I can’t fly a balloon animal! Last time I tried, a pigeon out-flew me!” Molly rolled her eyes. “Just herd the kids toward the piñata while I swap the gifts. Use this.” She tossed him a noisemaker. Bill squinted at it. “A kazoo?” “*Disguised* as a kazoo. Crank it if things go south.” He tested it, producing a wheeze. “This’ll drown out a fire alarm.” “Exactly. Now, remember: when the cake comes out, that’s our cue.” Bill fake-saluted. “Yes, Your Horniness.” Molly snatched his balloon cat. “If you’re not the clown, you’re the balloon. Got it?” “Make mine a flamingo. They’re classier when I drop them.” “Just don’t let it go. We need the noise.” A horn blared inside. Molly tugged Bill’s sleeve. “Time. Stay clumsy, not dead.” Bill adjusted his mustache. “What if they ask why we’re here?” “Say you’re from the ‘laugh factory.’ I’ll tell them you’re *required*.” He sighed. “I hate my job.” “Almost done. Then we’ll be rich, and I’ll buy you a real mustache.” The door creaked open. “Rich, huh?” Bill whispered. “What if it’s *too* shiny in there?” “Then you’ll shine right out of there. Now, *smile*.” They tiptoed in.