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Molly spread the invitation across Bill’s dashboard like a treasure map drawn by a sugar-drunk raccoon. Outside, the Hendersons’ lawn glittered with fairy lights, a bouncy castle wheezing like an asthmatic dragon. Bill adjusted his suspiciously cheerful suspenders. “We blend in as clowns,” Molly said. Bill whispered, “I brought balloons and moral flexibility.” Their plan was elegant in the way a falling piano is elegant: enter during the puppet show, admire the gift table, then exit with ninja discretion and possibly a juice box. “Presents first, cake later,” she said. Bill nodded solemnly, then got his shoe stuck in the mail slot while rehearsing his innocent wave. A balloon popped; somewhere, a toddler booed. Molly reconsidered every life choice except the getaway tricycle, which had streamers and excellent torque. “If anyone asks, we’re Uncle Noodles.” Bill saluted with a rubber chicken. The backyard erupted into happy chaos—piñata thunder, kazoo sirens, frosting fog. Molly smiled despite herself. Crime was wrong, but tiny wrapped boxes did have excellent comedic timing. They waited for the magician’s final flourish, when all eyes turned toward the disappearing rabbit and nobody watched the loot. Bill inhaled. Molly cracked her knuckles. Showtime wore a party hat.