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Molly unfolded the crinkled party invitation across the sticky table of their surveillance van, her finger tracing the clown’s smeared grin. Bill squinted through a pair of binoculars at the bouncy castle inflating on the lawn, its garish turrets wobbling with menacing glee. She tapped the map, then whispered, “We enter as the magician’s assistants.” He lowered the binoculars, his face a mask of professional dismay, and replied, “I’m allergic to rabbits, Molly.” She sighed, producing two felt bunny ears from her bag with a flourish, their pink satin lining glinting in the low light. Outside, a piñata swayed like a candy-filled safe. Bill reluctantly took the ears, securing them with a grimace as a remote-controlled dinosaur wailed past the van’s rear doors, its tiny cargo of screaming toddlers spotting them instantly.