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Molly smoothed the glittery invitation across the sticky diner table, shedding sparkles onto a cold plate. "This is a unicorn party, Bill. Presents will be piled high." Bill poked his pink milkshake, a froth mustache forming on his lip. "I hate unicorns. Too sparkly." She tapped a crayon unicorn doodled on the paper invite. "We're going as entertainers. I'll be a fairy; you're a balloon man." He twisted a straw wrapper into a tight coil. "My balloon animals look like tumours." Molly beamed, her gold tooth glinting. "Perfect. Distract them with your grotesque creations while I locate the gifts." Bill's eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. "Then we grab and run?" She pulled a whoopee cushion from her coat with a magician's flourish. "No. Fizzy lifting tablets in the juice. Kid floats, then chaos, we fill the bouncy castle and slip away in the confusion." He leaned closer, a pickle chip forgotten between his fingers. "Will the kid come down?" "Eventually. Probably sticky. The presents won't be." she said, waving a dismissive hand. "You've really lost your mind." Bill muttered, shaking his head. "Years ago. That's why we're successful." She winked at a passing toddler. She slid out of the booth and straightened her crooked fairy wings. "Terribly brilliant. Now practice your tumour snake, and try to make it look festive."