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Molly stared at the glittery invitation taped to their dented van dashboard while Bill wrestled with an overinflated balloon animal. "We can't just walk in wearing that, Bill. That's not clown makeup, that's ketchup." Bill grinned, scraping dried condiment from his cheek with dramatic pride. "Kids love ketchup. Look, it's interactive art." The backyard ahead overflowed with screaming toddlers, deflated bounce house, and a mountain of brightly wrapped presents guarded by vigilant mothers. "Okay, how do we grab them without getting tackled by moms?" "We cause distraction. You cry like a child, I loot." She snorted. "I am not crying on command. Find another genius plan." Bill produced a squeaky unicorn pinata and a comically enormous laundry sack. "Fine, we steal pinata, kids chase candy, we take presents. Simple." Molly eyed the sugar-fueled chaos, then the pile beside the juice boxes, thinking hard. "That's actually less dumb than usual. Let's do it before sugar crash." They pulled striped hats low, checked their sack for holes, and marched toward destiny smelling faintly of ketchup. "Remember, no pushing toddlers, Bill, and no eating frosting off floor." "Deal, but if I see chocolate, protocol changes." He nodded. "Let's steal some birthday cheer, partner."