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Molly squinted at the inflatable bouncy castle. “The piñata’s a distraction. We hit the gift table during the candy scramble.” Bill adjusted his clip-on rainbow suspenders. “Clown shoes squeak. I’ll alert every toddler within a six-foot radius.” “That’s why you’re the silent type, remember? Honk a horn twice if you spot the birthday boy’s mom.” She handed him a paper party hat. “Twenty-seven presents, Bill. I counted through the fence. One’s definitely a bike.” “I can’t ride a bike with a glitter princess frame.” He jammed the hat over his bald head. “It’s about dignity.” “It’s about resale value. You’ll pedal with your knees up like a praying mantis and you’ll love it.” Molly smeared cupcake frosting on her nose for camouflage. “Now, what’s our exit code for an angry magician?” “Balloon animal emergency.” Bill sighed, testing a squeaky flower on his lapel. “I should’ve taken that bank job. Alarms are less humiliating than bunny ears.” “Banks don’t have chocolate fountains. Focus.” She patted his foam clown nose. “We waddle in, we wrap gifts in the bunting, we waddle out as a two-man birthday present mummy. Beautiful.” “The piñata is shaped like a dinosaur.” “Then we pray for herbivores.”