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Molly unfolded the stolen clown map across the folding table, its nose a red pushpin, its smile a dotted escape route. Bill sharpened a party horn into a lockpick and tried not to think about the pony. "The petting zoo is a threat," Molly said, tapping a crayon-marked gate. "Twins also bite." Bill nodded grimly. "We go in as magicians." They rehearsed: Bill would distract the birthday child with a coin behind the ear, while Molly stuffed teddy bears, gift cards, and a heavy box into a sack labeled HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEBT CONSOLIDATION. The cake was a no-go; frosting made the floor slippery and the adults weepy. They agreed to avoid pin the tail on the donkey, because Bill still had nightmares involving a blindfold and a vengeful uncle. Balloons were acceptable collateral, but glitter was banned. They packed juice boxes for cover and a crowbar for the piñata. Their getaway vehicle was a bouncy castle they'd inflate in the alley, though Molly worried it lacked brakes. Bill argued that physics was very flexible near snack time. Molly rolled up the map, tucked it into a party hat, and checked her watch. "Remember, no singing." "I only hum," Bill said.