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Molly smoothed the stolen invitation across the steering wheel and glared at the house. Balloons bobbed on the mailbox. A banner read Happy Birthday, Bradley. Bill wrestled a hot pink dinosaur costume over his knees. “This is insane,” Bill said. “We are burglars, not birthday entertainment. Why can we not simply pick the lock?” Molly pointed at the window. “Look at that mountain of presents. Bradley has more loot than a toy store. We slip inside as the dinosaur and a party clown, fill the costume with gifts, and waddle out.” Bill tugged the dinosaur tail. “I cannot waddle. I can barely breathe. Also, children will kick me.” “They will kick the dinosaur,” Molly corrected. “You are just the nervous man inside. Now put on the nose.” Bill held up a red foam nose. “If a toddler bites my ankle, I am keeping the pony.” “Deal,” Molly said. “Now roar.” Bill roared. A nearby squirrel fled. Molly honked the horn twice, and they marched toward the bouncy castle. At the gate, a tired mother in a party hat waved them toward the backyard. Music pounded from inside. Suddenly Bill panicked. Bill said, “I think that the pony is judging me.”