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“Bill, the cake’s a yellow elephant with a tiny top hat. This party is a cake-themed cake party.” “So?” “So, we’re going as emergency cake surgeons. I’ve got two white lab coats.” “Is that I job? Do I want that on my taxes?” “Shut up. I’ll distract the clown with a medical emergency involving fondant. You, the presents.” “What’s the medical emergency for a yellow elephant cake?” “Trunk collapse. It’s a classic. The structural integrity of an elephant cake is ninety-percent dreams and sadness.” “Okay, the presents. You said they’re600 all in a pile shaped like a castle?” “A bouncy castle. I saw a six-year-old try to scale the north tower of Lego boxes and fall into a moat of stuffed unicorns.” “Savage. So I just… grab the entire bouncy-castle-shaped pile? How? Do I have a forklift dressed as a party magician?” “No, a sack. But we tell the parents it’s a ‘containment unit for a possible unsupervised sugar frenzy.’ They’ll hold the doors for us.” “And the kids? Twenty sugar-crazed witnesses?” “I’ll announce that a loose puppy with a rainbow painted on it is giving out free temporary tattoos in the parking lot. It’s a stampede of gratitude.” “You’re a monster. I love it. What if the clown tries CPR on the trunk?” “Then you’ll know it’s working. He’ll be puffing buttercream for a week.”