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Molly adjusted her yoga pants and whispered, “Alright, Bill. Operation Party Crasher is a go. The target is the pile of shiny presents in the corner.” Bill peered around the doorframe, his eyes wide. “There’s a… a clown, Molly. A literal clown. With a balloon animal.” “Distract the clown,” Molly hissed, edging toward the snack table. “You owe me for the bail money.” “That was a misunderstanding! The ferret wasn’t mine,” Bill muttered, clutching a borrowed piñata stick. “And how do I distract him? I’m not funny.” “You’re a natural,” Molly said, grabbing a handful of jellybeans. “Now, go. I’ll handle the loot. Look for anything that rattles.” Bill shuffled toward the clown, clearing his throat. “So… ever wrestled a badger?” While the clown looked confused, Molly began stuffing presents into her oversized handbag. A rainbow loom kit, a wooden train, a suspiciously heavy box. “Got it!” she signaled. “Let’s make like a toddler and run.” Bill was already halfway out the door, chased by a man in oversized shoes. “Wait for me! I think he’s made of pure malice and glitter!”