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“Right, Molly, talk me through it. A children’s party. We’re not monsters.” “Bill, we’re liberators. Little Timmy doesn’t need a seventh dinosaur coloring book. He’s six. His artistic vision is still mostly drool-based.” “So we’re going in as what, exactly?” “Bubbles the Clown and Giggles the Elf.” “I’m not wearing tights, Molly. I’m a career criminal. There are standards for legwear.” “Fine, you’re Bubbles, I’m Giggles. The bowtie will take attention away from your shifty eyes. The plan is elegant. We arrive, we juggle, we announce a magical present-mustering parade to the bouncy castle. The little sugar-fueled goblins form a conga line, we stack the goods, and we vanish in the ensuing juice-box riot.” “What’s the contingency for a crier?” “A balloon animal. A tragically malformed poodle destroys their will to fight.” “And the parents?” “Exhausted husks, Bill. They’ll see two hired entertainers loading a sack of brightly colored boxes and feel only a profound, existential relief. We’re practically philanthropists.” “…And the cake?” “We take the cake. It’s a sheet cake, Bill. They’ll never even miss a corner piece.”