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Molly spread the crayon map across the van floor. "We enter through the bouncy castle," she said. "It squeaks, but it smells like victory." Bill polished his clown nose. "Victory smells like feet. Why clown disguise?" Molly laughed. "Because every party needs a balloon uncle." Bill frowned. "I hate balloons. They judge me." Molly winked. "Then judge quietly." He checked his list. "Presents first, cake second." She crossed out cake. "No cake. Cake is evidence." Bill clutched his stomach. "Cake is morale." Molly nodded solemnly. "Morale is sticky." A banner flapped outside. "Kevin deserves better." Molly adjusted her tutu. "Kevin has a piñata." Bill pointed toward the yard. "Exactly. Target rich." Molly grinned. "What about the magician?" Bill whispered. "I already bribed him with juice boxes." Molly tapped her pocket. "That man is weak." Bill snorted. "That man is employed." Molly shrugged. She handed Bill a gift sack. "We leave as winners." Bill gasped. "We leave as monsters." Molly opened the van doors. "Monsters with presents." Bill muttered. "Monsters with presents are still monsters." "Bring bags, please." Outside, children screamed for games, unaware that their wrapped treasures faced professional fingers. Molly smiled. Bill agreed. The birthday invited them to chaos.