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Molly spread the birthday invitation across the van dashboard like a battle plan. Balloons glowed in the backyard beyond the hedge. "The cake is fake, but the presents are real," Molly said. Bill adjusted a tiny clown nose. "I hate children's parties. The sticky hands." "We enter as entertainers," Molly said. "You can panic while tossing fruit." "I cannot juggle." "Better." A banner reading Happy Birthday Timmy flapped above a table crowded with wrapped boxes, juice cups, and one suspiciously sophisticated piñata. Molly checked her watch, then the gate, then Bill’s increasingly regrettable costume, while a nearby goat nibbled the fence latch. "I’ll wear the giant duck." Bill peeked through the fence. A piñata swung ominously. "What's the signal?" he asked. "When I sneeze, grab the sack." "And if they scream?" "Then scream louder. Kids respect confidence." "I brought candy grenades." "Excellent distraction." Bill opened his duffel, revealing glitter, rope, and a rubber chicken. "Where are the presents?" he whispered. "Under the table, guarded by a grandmother." "Grandmothers are terrifying." "I already prepared cookies as tribute." "You think this will work?" Molly smiled. "It's a birthday party. Chaos is invited." Bill sighed. "Fine. But I refuse to be the piñata."