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Molly crouched behind the minivan, binoculars locked on the bouncing castle. Bill sipped a juice box like it was whiskey. "Okay, Bill, what's our brilliant cover story today?" Molly whispered. "We're the replacement clowns. Sad clowns. Very method," Bill said. Molly stared. "You hate children, you hate clowns, and you hate methods." "Exactly. So it's believable. Nobody would question my misery," Bill said. Beyond the fence, twenty sugar-crazed children screamed around a wobbling tower of bright presents beside a melting cake. "Look, twenty kids, one giant bouncy deathtrap, zero security," Molly said. "Perfect. You shout 'free candy' and I steal childhood itself," Bill said. "You want to shout 'free candy' at a children's party? You're already the creep," Molly said. "Fine, you distract them. Do your balloon animal thing," Bill said. "My balloon animals look traumatized. Last time a kid called it 'divorce snake,'" Molly said. Bill grinned. "Great. Trauma is distracting. I'll grab the loot." Molly sighed deeply while the birthday clown wept openly beside the melting frosting, clearly reconsidering every life choice that led here. The presents wobbled dangerously. "Please stop," Molly added. Bill nodded solemnly, already stuffing stolen napkins into his pockets for later. Good lord help.