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Molly unfolded the crayon map across the van dashboard, while Bill adjusted his clown nose and eyed the bouncy castle. “Bill, we enter at three, mingle with the guests, locate the presents, and leave before anybody notices our suspicious trousers.” “Molly, these trousers are tactical. Each pocket holds confetti, lock picks, two sausages, and my certificate in advanced balloon giraffes.” “Your balloon giraffes resemble kidneys. Remember, we are entertainers first, burglars second, and definitely not allowed near the face paint.” “Why avoid face paint? A butterfly disguise could transform me from wanted criminal into mysterious woodland auntie with cheekbones instantly.” “Because last time, you sneezed glitter for a week. Focus: which child guards the largest pile beside the chocolate fountain?” “The birthday girl, presumably. She wears a tiara, commands six sugar-crazed henchmen, and has frosting smeared like war paint everywhere.” “Then we need a diversion. You perform magic; I roll presents into the laundry cart disguised as a party favor.” “My magic act has one trick, Molly. I make a sausage disappear, although technically I eat it behind a handkerchief.” “Perfect. Children respect commitment. If cornered, release confetti, deploy giraffes, and shout that the magician has lost his eyebrows again.”