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Molly unrolled the blueprint over a casserole dish. “We enter through the bounce house at three, disguised as clowns.” Bill adjusted his red nose. “I look more like a warning than a clown.” “Perfect. Fear buys silence,” Molly said. “And the piñata?” “Decoy. When Jasper swings, we swap the gift table for our replica.” Bill frowned at the crayon map. “Why is the replica drawn in spaghetti?” “Because ink is traceable.” “So is marinara.” Molly sighed. “Fine, we improvise. You juggle. I pocket anything shaped like a toy dinosaur.” “What if a kid sees us?” “Tell them we’re from the Present Police.” “That sounds illegal.” “It is, Bill. That’s the job.” Bill peeked at balloons bobbing like bright hostages. He whispered, “I feel bad.” “Save guilt for after cake.” “Then I’m in.” “Please practice your honk.” Bill honked. Inside, a toddler honked back with terrible confidence. Molly froze beside the cupcake tower. Bill considered the duffel, the door, and his life choices. Then the birthday magician shouted for volunteers. Molly smiled like a felony wearing lipstick. Bill swallowed hard. The children began chanting for a trick. Molly lifted two empty sacks. Bill bowed deeply. Confetti fell like evidence.