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Molly whispered, “Bill, the birthday fortress awaits.” “Please stop calling Mrs. Puddleton’s lawn a fortress.” “It has bunting. Bunting is medieval.” “It has toddlers.” “Same thing, with juice boxes.” “Remind me why we’re stealing presents from children?” “Because rich Uncle Nigel wrapped something diamond-shaped, and because you lost our rent betting on a ferret named Mortgage.” “He looked swift.” “He looked asleep.” “Fine. What’s our brilliant plan?” “We stroll in as clowns.” “You hate clowns.” “I hate competition.” “I’m dressed as a pirate.” “Pirates are sea clowns.” “The dog is staring.” “Offer him your wooden leg.” “It’s my real leg.” “Then negotiate.” A balloon popped. “Fearless, aren’t you?” “I’m allergic to surprises.” A child opened the gate. “Yes, darling. We are the emergency laughter.” “And definitely not moral complexity.” The child handed Bill a cone hat. “Great. We need judges for musical chairs.” “Bill, new objective.” “The presents?” “No. Victory.” “Against children?” “Especially children.” “Then cake?” “Then cake. No presents.” “Can I keep the hat?” “Only if you win.” “Molly, if I beat a seven-year-old, is that wrong?” “Bill, it’s character development.” “For whom?” “Whichever one cries less.” “Also, share the cake with the dog first.” “Save me cake, pirate.”