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The stolen blueprint of the party palace fluttered in Molly’s grip. Bill crouched behind a plastic unicorn, studying the security system: one overworked mom, a toddler with a juice box, and a very aggressive balloon animal. He wiped frosting from his binoculars. Somewhere inside, a sugar-crazed four-year-old screamed for cake. Chaos reigned. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Bill whispered. “Last time, you cried at naptime.” Molly rolled her eyes and pulled a glittery clown wig from her backpack. She shook it, releasing a small cloud of confetti and one traumatized moth. “Because this party has a pony, a magician, and presents guarded only by sticky fingers. We’ll walk in as entertainers.” Bill eyed the wig. “You expect me to squeeze into a pony costume? My knees already filed a complaint.” “You’ll be the back half,” Molly said. “Just sway gently and don’t eat the hay.” “And the loot?” Molly pointed at a rainbow piñata hanging from the ceiling. “We fill it with presents, then accidentally smash it open outside. Tragic but believable.” Bill sighed. “Fine. But if a toddler proposes to me again, I’m keeping the ring pop.” Molly grinned. “Deal. Try not to neigh at the police.”