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Molly unfolded a crayon map above the jellybean bowl again. "We strike after cake when parents pretend to listen to singing." Bill tugged his sequined sash and practiced looking too innocent. "Excellent. I will disable the clown with this whoopee cushion." Molly pointed at a glittering pyramid of stolen joy nearby. "No. We must be stealthy. The gift mountain is guarded by an inflatable dragon." Bill raised one glittery eyebrow while remaining suspicious and polite. "Can I bribe the dragon with balloon animals?" Molly shook her head like a very disappointed school owl. "No. We need the cart, the ribbon, and a believable meltdown if caught." Bill checked his pocket knife again and sighed loudly dramatically. "Meltdown? I once made a toddler cry at a funeral." Molly grinned again which was almost always truly terrible news. "Perfect. You will be the distraction while I steal every box." Bill stroked his ridiculous fake mustache while looking very proud. "What if the birthday child notices my fake mustache?" Molly adjusted her dark sunglasses indoors then whispered much louder. "Then say we are artists delivering the presents. No. You will steal the robot." The party music started and they moved toward the presents.