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Molly crouched behind the hedge, binoculars pressed to her face. "Bill, we've got a clown at twelve o'clock." "Armed?" "With balloons." "Balloon animals can be weaponized, Molly. I saw a documentary." "You watched *It* again, didn't you?" "That's not the point. What's the perimeter looking like?" "Bouncy castle to the east, piñata to the west, and a sheet cake the size of a Buick." "And the presents?" "Stacked on a picnic table. Bill, there's a *mountain* of them." "How many kids?" "Twelve. Maybe fifteen. One of them is crying already." "Perfect. Chaos is our friend. What's the birthday boy situation?" "Girl. She's turning seven. Princess theme. I'm wearing the tiara for cover." "Molly, you're forty-three." "I have a youthful glow." "You have a parole officer." "Focus, Bill. Here's the plan: I distract the parents with a fake allergic reaction near the hummus—" "Why hummus?" "Parents fear hummus. It's chunky. Then you sweep in dressed as Uncle Gary." "Who's Uncle Gary?" "Everyone has an Uncle Gary. Nobody questions Uncle Gary." "And the getaway?" "Minivan. I already put a car seat in the back for authenticity." "Molly, you're a genius." "I know. Now grab the juice boxes."