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Molly squinted at the house, a three-story monument to parental exhaustion. “The clown’s their only security. We hit at the balloon animal rush.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache, a sad strip of black yarn. “And the loot?” “Wrapped, tagged, and vulnerable. I’m thinking a decoy fire alarm.” He nodded, his eyes tracing the bouncing castle. “Fine. But I’m not wearing the giant party hat.” Molly grinned, slapping a glittering cone onto his head. “You’ll wear it and you’ll like it. Now, the moment the kids start screaming for a giraffe, we move. The presents go out the bathroom window, into the bushes, then the van.” Bill sighed. “And if we get caught?” “We don’t. Now tie your shoelaces. You look like an off-duty grief clown.”