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"Molls, 'ya sure 'bout this?" Bill wheezed, trying to catch his breath. "Kid parties, they're like a damn jigsaw puzzle of trolls and terror, ya know what I mean?" "Bill, hush. You're slurring your words again," Molly hissed, posing as a birthday clown fresh out of the plastic bag. "Besides, we only need to make it to the gift table and out. The distraction I built into the birthday cake should hold their attention." "Distraction, bah!" Bill grumbled, rearranging his borrowed fireman costume. "Hoping a few AK-47s disguised as candies will keep them in check. Remind me why we're suffering for a handful of toddler crap?" "This is Joe's last gig, Bill. We do this, we retire to the stare at each other across the chasm of regret." "Mercy, Molls, if we get caught, our 'retirement plan' is gonna be getting lobotomies in the loony bin." "Oh, you sweet, paranoid, simple-minded son of a gun," Molly grinned, pulling her phony smile back up. "Just stick to the plan, Bill! Now let's chase sunbeams before the screw-face wand belongs to the kids." The pair, one squeezing a black balloon, the other clutching a red toy fire hatch, marched up the garden path to the baby shower. Some criminals just really make the big bucks, don't they?