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Molly adjusted her balaclava, a shimmering unicorn-patterned one she’d swiped from a craft fair. Bill frowned at the half-eaten bag of cheese puffs in his lap. “We’re adults. This is a children’s party.” “Which is why it’s genius,” Molly whispered. “No one expects a security system for a bouncy castle.” Bill crumpled the bag. “So the plan is: crash a five-year-old’s bash, shove the presents into that piñata, and walk out singing ‘Let it Go’?” “Exactly.” She pointed at the backyard. “The mother’s distracted by the clown. The father is on his third glass of ‘juice’ from a flask. We go in as ‘Party Patrol.’ I grab the Lego sets, you get the gift cards.” “What if we’re seen?” “We’ll say we’re with the balloon animal unit.” Bill snorted. “I don’t know how to make a balloon animal.” “Then practice. What’s easier? A giraffe or a getaway?” He stared at the bouncy castle, its inflatable walls wobbling with tiny screams. “A poodle. I’ll make a poodle. But if this goes south, I’m using you as a human shield.” Molly grinned. “Deal. Now follow my lead—and try not to step on the cake.”