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The helium tank sat between them like a bloated silver nun. Bill traced the party flyer with a greasy finger. “The bounce castle is a decoy,” he whispered. “The real haul is in the loot bags.” Molly adjusted her fake glasses, which had no lenses. “And the smoke machine?” “Clown entrances. Classic misdirection.” He tapped the venue map. “We go in as magicians. You swallow the keys to the minivan. I distract with a rubber chicken.” She squinted at the napkin schematic. “The birthday girl’s mother has the presents under the picnic table. She’s built like a bouncer, Bill.” “That’s why we have the fart spray.” A long pause. Molly picked at a hangnail. “We are robbing five-year-olds.” “Morally dubious,” Bill agreed. “Financially sound. They get macaroni art and feelings. We get gift cards and action figures.” “And the glitter bomb in my pocket?” “Emergency escape. We look like disco lepers. They’ll pity us.” Molly sighed, popped her back, and stood. “Fine. But I am not eating the key this time. Last party I passed it in the bathroom for three hours.” Bill grinned. “That’s why you’re the decoy. Now, remember: if anyone asks, our names are Sparkles and The Amazing Moist.”