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Molly spread the nursery map across the café table, pinning each corner with a stolen sugar bowl. Crayon arrows marked the garden gate, the bouncy castle, and the terrifying choke point labeled GRANDMOTHERS. “Clown enters here,” Molly said. “You follow disguised as the magician.” “I can’t do magic.” “Neither can magicians. That’s why they use sleeves.” Bill examined the plan, frowning beneath a hat shaped like a flamingo. The birthday party occupied Number Twelve, a suburban fortress guarded by six-year-olds, two spaniels, and a father who filmed everything vertically. Thirty presents waited beside the cake, wrapped in dinosaurs, unicorns, and the unmistakable smugness of expensive toys. Their equipment included smoke pellets, grappling hooks, party bags, and one aggressively cheerful piñata. Molly intended to release the piñata in the kitchen, creating a sugar riot while Bill loaded gifts into the clown car. Unfortunately, the hired entertainer arrived early and sat beside them. He wore enormous shoes and the suspicious expression of a man whose nose squeaked professionally. Molly calmly folded the map into a paper crown and placed it on Bill. The clown stared. Bill waved. Then the piñata sneezed. A security guard crawled out, brandishing handcuffs. Molly sighed. They had accidentally stolen a police mascot from the station fundraiser again.