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Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and peered through the binoculars at the chaos unfolding in the backyard. A bouncy castle sagged in one corner, depleted helium balloons littered the grass like colorful roadkill, and somewhere beneath the mountain of brightly wrapped packages sat the prize. The birthday boy’s shiny new Red Rider bicycle. "I still think we should've gone as clowns," Bill muttered beside her, yanking at his caterer's uniform collar. "Nobody suspects a clown." "Nobody suspects a caterer either, and we don't have to make balloon animals." Molly handed him the binoculars. "Just focus on getting the cart near the gift table. Once the magician starts his act, the parents will be too busy pretending to be amazed to notice us loading up the goods." "And what are you going to be doing while I'm playing delivery driver?" Molly smiled, reaching into her bag and pulling out a perfectly replicated "Party Mom" sash. "Distraction, my dear Bill. Once I start sobbing about my kid not getting a cupcake, all eyes will be on me." Bill groaned. "You're going to get us arrested." "Trust me, I've done this before." Molly winked. "Now grab the cart. Operation Birthday Crash is a go."