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Molly yanked the neon tutu until it bit her ribs. She watched the playroom, where parents lost their minds over a vanishing rabbit. Bill waddled, dragging his leg. It smelled of sugar. Molly checked her battered toy watch, the digital display flickering red. The house buzzed with five-year-olds riding sugar rushes on their couches. A rumble vibrated through the floorboards as the mother chanted the song. Bill gripped the stroller handles now, his knuckles white beneath cheap plastic gloves. The clock ticked relentlessly toward the critical deadline. The first birthday was about to get incredibly expensive for the poor hosts. "Bill, adjust the tutu. The parents are distracted by the magician." "Molly, my knee hurts. And why the glittery headband?" "It's camouflage. Check the loot list." "The Lego Castle, the walking robot, and that box labeled 'Grandma'." "Excellent. When the cake drops, sweep the tree. Grab the heavy stuff." "Forget the balloons! Toddlers go absolutely feral if we pop one." "Understood. But if I see a piñata, I'm swinging." "Focus! Roll presents into the stroller and vanish into napkins." "What about the dog? Security is a retriever in a crown." "Leave the dog! We have steak bites. Now move, Bill, for crying out loud!"