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Molly wiped a thin patina of sweat from her brow as she hunched over the dining table cluttered with birthday-party maps and half-eaten doughnuts. “This is madness,” she hissed, “we could get stomped by thirty four-year-olds hopped up on sugar.” Bill dragged a finger through sketch lines. “Exactly. Nobody guards toddlers like Fort Knox,” he grinned, “one big smoke-bomb cake, grab the gift mountain, and we slip through the bounce house flap before parents check the napkins.” Molly tapped the garage layout. “What about the birthday boy? The one with the dinosaur obsession.” “We bring a fake T-rex pinata,” Bill answered, “he’ll be too busy swinging to notice the absence of every present in town.” Molly stared. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Bill winked. “Ridiculous enough to walk away with every truck, doll, and laser-gun set while the candles still burn.”