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“So we go in as the entertainers?” Bill asked, frowning at the glitter-covered invitation. “Clowns, Bill. We go in as clowns.” “I hate clowns. They’re creepy.” “Creepy is good. Kids expect a little cringe. It’s the parents you gotta watch.” “And the presents. How do we get forty gift bags out without looking suspicious?” Molly tapped her temple. “You wear the balloon-animal vest. Pockets for days. I’ll do face painting. My kit’s full of zippered compartments.” “Face painting? You can’t draw a stick figure.” “I’ll do hearts. Hearts and stars. Easy. While I paint the birthday girl, you mingle. Bonbon, the unicorn-themed loot bags, the gift cards—they go in the vest.” Bill sighed. “And when little Timmy starts wailing because his Slimezilla action figure is gone?” “We blame the magician. There’s always a magician. Poor guy gets no tips and has a rabbit that bites.” “What if they search us?” “They won’t. We’re entertainers. We’ll be too busy doing the chicken dance.” Bill stared at her. “The chicken dance?” “It’s a crowd pleaser. Gets them distracted. You flap, I stuff. We’re out before the cake is cut.” “And if it goes wrong?” Molly grinned. “Then we use the emergency squirting flower. Works every time.” “Fine. But I’m wearing baggy pants. For the smoke bombs.” “You’re a natural, Bill. Now let’s go steal a unicorn-themed loot bag from a six-year-old.”