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Molly flattened herself against the hedge, the sequined clown wig on her head catching the fading light like a disco ball that had given up on life. Bill was already halfway into the inflatable bouncy castle, which he insisted was the only logical entry point. “Are you sure this isn’t a mistake?” she hissed, watching a cluster of six-year-olds chase a piñata that looked suspiciously like their last getaway driver. Bill grunted, his legs tangled in purple vinyl. “It’s genius,” he whispered back. “They’ll never see us coming.” Molly popped a party blower in her mouth and surveyed the garden. A table groaned under a mountain of wrapped gifts—princess castles, remote-control cars, a glittery unicorn with a suspiciously large horn. She could almost smell the profit. Bill finally freed himself and dusted off his knees. “Okay, you create a diversion. I grab the haul.” Molly considered the very large mother holding a very large juice box. “What kind of diversion?” she asked. Bill pointed at the helium tank. “Fill that clown wig and float away. They’ll chase you for miles.” Molly sighed. “I hate this plan.”