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Molly adjusted her inflatable chicken costume and hissed, "Bill, if I have to wear this one more minute, I swear I'm going to set it on fire." Bill, zipped inside a neon fanny pack filled with lockpicks and whoopee cushions, grinned. "Relax, it’s only three more hours until the party ends. By then, we'll have every gift wrapped in our getaway van under the bounce house." "That's the plan," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "If the piñatas don't sense us first. Or the bouncy castle doesn’t eat you whole." "First, we pose as entertainers. Then we sabotage the clown so he takes too long. While parents are distracted, we swipe everything under five feet tall and tie string to each box for easy retrieval." "You’re brilliant," Molly sighed. "Also, maybe mentally unstable." Bill shrugged under the fanny pack. “I prefer ‘resourceful.’” A voice crackled over the toy walkie-talkies they'd borrowed from the rental truck. "Mom, my unicorn is melting!" came a kid’s panicked whisper. Bill looked at Molly. "They're buying presents longer than a sandwich now." Molly pulled a mini prybar from her feather skirt. "Let's go make some noise."