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Molly crouched behind the hedge. "Okay, the cake comes out at three. That's our window." "Which one's the cake?" Bill whispered. "The singing, Bill. When they sing, we move." "How do you know all this?" "I surveilled. There was an Evite." "I don't know, Molls. Stealing kids' presents? Feels low." "It's a rich kid's party. He's getting a PS5." "He's seven!" "Exactly. He can't even spell PlayStation." Bill sighed. "Fine. What's my cover?" "You're the balloon guy." "I don't make balloon animals." "You twist and sweat. Kids love that." "What if they ask for a giraffe?" "Say it flew away. Grief, Bill. Show grief." "That's messed up." "It's showmanship. Meanwhile, I'm on cake duty." "Distracting the parents with what?" "With you sweating over a giraffe." "This is a bad plan." "It's our fourth bad plan this month. We're due." "The last one ended with you trapped in a ball pit." "Which is why I know the layout. That's called experience." "Fine. But if a kid hugs me, I'm out." "Nobody's hugging you, Bill." "Kids hug me. I have a huggable face." "Nobody said huggable." "Strangers have said it!" "You have a face, all right. Now get in there and twist."