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Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, binoculars trained on the garden. Balloons bobbed like suspicious witnesses. “Right,” Bill whispered, “we go in at cake-cutting. Everyone screams, nobody notices us.” “Nobody notices two adults carrying twelve presents?” “We’ll wear party hats.” “Bill, that is not camouflage. That is evidence with elastic.” A clown honked near the patio. Molly flinched. “I hate clowns,” she said. “You said you hated children.” “I contain multitudes.” Bill unfolded a crayon-drawn map. “Gift table by the shed. Two parents guarding it. One is distracted by a barbecue. The other is crying into a paper plate.” “Why?” “Apparently the birthday boy wanted a dinosaur and received a flute.” Molly considered this. “Tragic. We move when the magician produces the rabbit.” “What if the rabbit spots us?” “Then we bribe it with carrot sticks.” Bill peered over the hedge. “There’s a dog.” “Dogs love me.” The dog immediately barked at her with professional outrage. “It recognizes criminal genius,” Bill said. Molly adjusted her tiny plastic tiara. “On my signal, we mingle.” “What’s the signal?” “I’ll say, ‘Who wants glitter tattoos?’” “And then?” “We take the presents and flee through the bouncy castle.” Bill smiled. “Finally, a plan with bounce.” “Quiet,” Molly hissed. “The rabbit’s out.”