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Molly peered through the inflatable castle’s mesh. "Clown is perimeter. Piñata is vault. Presents are ours by noon." Bill adjusted his party hat. "I still say we should have RSVP’d." "You’re a balloon animal. Act balloon-ish." "Balloons don’t carry bolt cutters." "Hide them in the gift bag." "It says Happy Birthday, Chloe." "Perfect. Nobody suspects the birthday bag." They watched a toddler guard a pile of wrapped boxes with terrifying focus. "What about the kids, Molly?" Bill asked. "We distract them with cake." "And the parents?" "Entertainment agency." "Are we really?" "We are now." Bill sighed. "Molly, this is wrong." "It’s a heist, Bill. Morality is a party favor." Behind them, a clown folded balloon swords. A banner promised cake and chaos. Bill’s hands trembled inside his oversized gloves. Somewhere, a pinata swayed like a hanged piñata. Molly produced a clipboard labeled Party Logistics. The toddler narrowed his eyes. Kazoo shrieked. Bill considered fleeing, the presents glittered under the fairy lights like cheap, beautiful treasure. A mother approached. Molly smiled. "Hello! We’re collecting presents for the charity raffle." The mother blinked. "What raffle?" "The one we’re about to invent," Bill whispered. Molly stepped on his foot. "The surprise raffle one."