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The bouncy castle sagged under the weight of a sobering truth: they were, by all accounts, adults. Molly adjusted her fake pigtails, which itched like a nest of angry ants. Bill was wedged into a child-sized unicorn costume, his knees knocking against his chin. “The target is in the gift tent, behind the piñata,” Molly whispered, voice a strained rasp. “Roger that, Rainbow Sparkle,” Bill squeaked, his horn flopping. “But my hooves are cramping.” A shriek of delight erupted from a nearby jungle gym. Molly glared. “The window is three minutes. I create a diversion with the bubble machine. You enter, grab the loot bag, exit through the cake table.” “Cake. Right.” Bill’s eyes glazed over. “Focus!” She jabbed a finger at his mane. “Presents first. Then maybe we lick the frosting off the floor.” A toddler wandered past, staring at Bill’s ungainly bulk. “Why is that unicorn crying?” “Allergic to joy,” Molly snapped, then lowered her voice. “On my signal. If the mom with the juice box sees you, just do the shuffle. You know, the one where you look like you need a diaper change.” Bill groaned, his horn scraping a low-hanging balloon. “I hate this plan.” “You love it. You’re just scared of the glitter.” She grinned. “Now go steal some dreams.”