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Molly pressed her eye to the keyhole. “The bouncy castle is a liability. See how it inflates rhythmically?” Bill tugged at his too-tight clown costume, a polka-dotted nightmare. “It’s also blocking the cake table. Can we just focus? The piñata won’t swing itself.” “Precisely. That’s our cover.” Molly smiled, unlatching the window. “You create a diversion at the bouncy castle. I’ll empty the gift table into this sack.” Bill gulped. “What’s the diversion?” “You’re a clown, Bill. Clowns are inherently diverting. Especially clowns falling into a bouncy castle.” Molly vanished inside. A moment later, Bill heard a child shriek with laughter, followed by a honking nose. He dove through the window, a blur of polka dots, and stumbled straight onto the inflated vinyl. The impact launched him into the air. As he bounced helplessly, he saw Molly, now wearing a pointy hat, calmly sidling past the mesmerized children and stuffing brightly wrapped boxes into her sack. Bill flailed. “This wasn’t in the plan!” Molly caught a box mid-air. “Improvise, darling. You’re a natural.”