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Molly squinted through the binoculars at the bouncy castle. “That’s the gift table. Ten feet from the cake, guarded by a woman with a glittery eye patch and a toddler who bites.” Bill, chewing a party blower, mumbled, “The kid bit me last week for a jelly bean.” “He’s their security detail.” “I got a plan,” Bill said, spitting out the blower. “We go in as clowns. They love clowns.” “You look like a sad raspberry,” Molly said. “And you squeak when you walk.” “It’s a prosthetic squeak. Adds authenticity.” “Fine,” she said, lowering the binoculars. “But if we get cornered, you’re the balloon animal sacrifice.” Bill grinned, adjusting a rainbow wig over his bald spot. “Worth it for that remote-control dinosaur.” “It’s a tricycle, Bill.” “With lasers. The invitation said ‘space adventurers.’” He held up a crinkled card. “We’re bringing the asteroid.” Molly sighed. “You’re the reason we’re banned from three Chuck E. Cheeses.” “Four now. I’m building a legacy.” Above them, a piñata burst, showering candy onto the lawn. Bill’s eyes went wide. “The haul’s gonna be epic.” “Or we’ll end up in a ball pit full of glitter and regret.” “Regret’s a payment plan for joy,” Bill said, and offered her a red nose. “You in?” Molly took it. “You owe me a pizza.”