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Molly pointed. “Phase one: we enter as entertainment. Phase two: I juggle, you wrangle toddlers, and we strip the gift table like a sale.” Bill groaned. “I’m not wrangling toddlers. Last time one used my trousers as a climbing wall and another stole my wallet.” “That’s excellent training,” Molly said. “You already know the enemy.” “The enemy is six and hyped on cake,” Bill replied. “They have sticky hands and zero fear. We should rob a bank.” “Banks have cameras,” Molly said. “This party has a piñata and a distracted dad. Now, you’ll wear the dinosaur suit.” “Why me?” Bill asked. “Because you’re the right height,” Molly said. “And because you look ridiculous. Also, you have the legs for it.” “I have great legs.” “In a suit with a tail, sure. The mum at the door will ask for a password. It’s ‘glitter’.” “Glitter?” “Say it with confidence. Then distract her by pointing at the cake. I’ll grab the presents while she’s distracted.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if a child asks me to roar, I’m charging extra. If they hug me, double.” “Roar all you want,” Molly said. “Just roar while you load the presents into the van.” They grinned.