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"We need a distraction," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized clown wig. "When the bouncy castle deflates, everyone panics. That's when we strike the gift table." "Are you insane?" Bill replied, nervously clutching his balloon animal briefcase. "Deflating the bouncy castle is a war crime to seven-year-olds. They'll tear us apart!" "Do you want the Xbox or not, Bill?" "Of course I want the Xbox! But Timmy's mom is hovering near the juice boxes like a hawk." "I'll handle the mom," Molly said, pulling a juice box from her pocket. "I bribe her with organic apple juice, you swipe the Lego Star Wars set." "What about the pinata?" Bill asked. "It's stuffed with high-end chocolate. Real Belgian stuff." "Forget the candy! Focus on the heavy boxes." "I can't just leave artisanal chocolate behind, Molly! I have standards." "Fine, grab the candy, but if that kid in the superhero cape sees us, you're taking him down." "He's four!" "He's ruthless, Bill! Now put on your glitter face paint and get in position." "I hate birthday parties," Bill muttered, smearing pink glitter across his cheeks. "Just remember," Molly smiled, "the birthday cake is our getaway driver."