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The helium tank hissed like a punctured ego as Molly adjusted the nozzle on her inflatable unicorn costume. “Bill, the invite says ‘Uncle Larry’s Magical Menagerie.’ We’re the last act.” Bill, already stuffed into a bear suit that smelled faintly of regret and mothballs, grunted. “And the loot is in the bounce house. You sure?” Molly smirked, the unicorn horn wobbling. “I saw the mom tape the gift cards to the inflatable dolphin. They think hiding them in the prize pool is clever. We extract, pop the slide, and vanish.” Bill tugged at his bear head. “What if a kid wants a balloon animal?” Molly’s eyes gleamed. “You distract. I’ll raid the goody bags. Remember: no eye contact, no autographs, and for the love of glitter, don’t sneeze in the face paint.” Bill sighed, a sound like a deflating tuba. “And the giant Jenga tower?” Molly kicked a foam block. “That’s for the parents. We use it as a diversion. When it falls, everybody cries, and we walk out with a thousand dollars in birthday cash.” Bill nodded, his bear snout twitching. “Fine. But I’m not eating the cake.”