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The plastic jungle of balloons and crepe paper streams assaulted Molly’s senses as she peered through the window. Inside, a dozen sugared-up kindergarteners shrieked like tiny, adorable alarms. She nudged Bill, whose plan was written on the back of a discarded napkin. “The logistics are catastrophic,” he whispered. “You can’t just bag the presents. There’s protocols. Cake cutting. Musical chairs. A possible clown.” “I’m not here for the clown,” Molly breathed, her eyes fixed on the monumental, gift-caked table. “That inflatable bouncy castle is our exit strategy. We strap it to the roof, fill the back seat with loot, and sail away into the twilight.” Bill looked horrified. “It’s vinyl! It’ll shred on the highway!” “You lack vision,” Molly sighed, pulling a tiny, matching beige jumpsuit from her bag. “Now put on your Party Parent disguise. We go in when they do the piñata. Nobody watches the gifts when candy’s involved.”