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Molly surveyed the mayhem of Tiny Town Pizza Party Playland, her professional eye calculating exit routes between bouncy castles and sugar-fueled toddlers. Bill, meanwhile, was stationed by the gift table, his reindeer sweater already dotted with smeared frosting. “Maintain composure, Bill,” Molly murmured, adjusting the brim of her party-supply-store chef’s hat. “We lift the loot during the piñata chaos.” A small child in a Spider-Man shirt offered Bill a chunk of cake. “Want some?” Bill’s face, a mask of strained professionalism, twitched. “I’m… working.” From her perch near the balloon arch, Molly watched a sequined gift bag slide into Bill’s oversized tote with practiced ease. The piñata bat made its first triumphant swing, and a roar erupted from the pint-sized crowd. “Now,” Molly breathed into her cupcake-themed walkie-talkie. Bill’s tote bulged obscenely as he sidestepped a game of musical chairs. He met Molly’s gaze across the room, his expression a perfect blend of guilt and determination. They gave nearly imperceptible nods, two shadows in a sea of primary-colored pandemonium.