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Molly ducked behind a cardboard box, eyeing the pastel balloons bobbing above. “We’re going to need a distraction.” Bill, disguised in a too-tight clown nose, adjusted his ruffled shirt. “A distraction? Molly, there are *twenty-three* kids here. One distraction and we’re swarmed.” “Relax. I’ll fake a kidnapping.” She grinned. “‘Help! Someone’s stolen the cupcakes!’” “Or we could blend in. You’re already dressed as a mom. I’ll pose as the clown.” He gestured to his costume. “I’m *terrible* at this.” “You’re *terrifying*,” she muttered. “Fine. You’ll hand out balloons. I’ll ‘lose’ my phone near the gift table. While I’m sobbing, you grab the presents.” “And if a kid hugs my leg?” “You scream and run. I’ll blame the ‘crazy clown.’” Bill sighed. “What if they catch us?” Molly smirked. “Then we’ll tell them it was all an *art project*.” They crept toward the party. A balloon popped. “Note to self,” Bill whispered, “never trust a mom with a phone.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Just say you’re sorry to the balloon.” He paused. “That’s… oddly moving.” “Focus!” She tugged his sleeve. “The gifts are *right there.*” Bill nodded, then stepped on a squeaky toy. “…On second thought, let’s *really* blend in.”