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Molly adjusted the oversized bunny ears on her head and peered through the binoculars at the chaos below. Streamers flapped in the wind, and a piñata swung from a low branch like a paper-mache corpse. "You look ridiculous," Bill said, tugging at his clown wig with one hand and holding a soggy map with the other. "Says the man in the rainbow wig. Now remember, we go in through the bouncy castle, grab the gifts, and meet behind the ice cream truck. Stay low, stay quiet, and whatever you do, do not make eye contact with the magician." Bill scratched his chin, leaving a smear of greasepaint. He glanced at the yard, where a mob of six-year-olds circled a pony like tiny cowboys at a sugar-fueled rodeo. "Are you sure the bouncy castle entry is wise? Last time you got stuck for twenty minutes, and a toddler tried to ride you." "That was an equipment malfunction. These ears give me cover. No parent questions a bunny at a birthday party. Now move. Cake cutting's in three minutes, and that's our window. Grab the big boxes first, save the candy bags for last." Bill sighed and waddled toward the fence.