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Molly traced a sticky route with a candy cane. "The ball pit is the key. We tunnel under the presents." Bill peered over her shoulder, smelling of bubblegum. "The pit's full of toddlers." "Exactly. Organic cover." "They bite." "Bring bandages. Now, the piñata is a decoy. We rig it with glitter." "Glitter's the herpes of craft supplies." "Precisely. When the blindfold goes on, chaos erupts. We fill the bouncy castle with helium." "Helium?" "Squeaky escapes. No one chases a floating thief." Bill considered this, then nodded. "I'll need a clown nose that honks in D-minor." "Already tuned." She tossed it over with a wink. Bill caught the nose and honked it mournfully. Molly handed him a glitter-coated walkie-talkie. "Channel four. The signal is 'unleash the piñata'." Bill clipped the walkie-talkie to his belt, next to a whoopee cushion. The walkie-talkie crackled with static. He adjusted his oversized, squeaking shoes. "And if I get cornered by a bouncy castle attendant?" Molly cracked her knuckles loudly. "Blame the clown. There's always a clown." They shared a grim look. Just outside, the party tent billowed with the shrieks of excited children. Bill took a deep breath and zipped up the furry mascot suit.