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Molly crouched behind the hedge and raised her binoculars. A bouncy castle loomed beyond the hedge. She passed him a pair of rubber gloves. He frowned hard. “We need a clown suit, a cake, and a trained ferret.” Bill scratched his chin. “I can get two out of three, but the ferret has stage fright.” Molly sighed and tapped the party supply catalog. “Then we use the piñata as a diversion.” Bill adjusted his stolen party hat. “Is it wrong to rob a six-year-old’s birthday?” Molly rolled her eyes and unfolded a crayon floor plan. “Only if we forget the thank-you notes.” Bill licked his lips. “The present table is by the juice boxes.” Molly frowned at the map. “Why are there seventeen juice boxes circled?” Bill grinned and patted his empty juice pouch. “I’m very thirsty.” Molly snatched the map. “You carry the unicorn piñata. I’ll handle the gift bags.” Bill raised a finger. “What about the clown suit?” Molly pointed at him. “That’s your ferret problem, not mine.” Bill sighed and adjusted his suspenders. “Fine, but I’m keeping the stuffed giraffe.” Molly glared. “We split everything, Bill. Even the giraffe.” Bill whimpered and looked at the stuffed giraffe.