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Molly spread a crayon map across the van's dashboard while Bill adjusted his fake mustache. "We pose as balloon artists," she said. "You inflate. I infiltrate." Bill frowned. "Your last disguise was a raccoon." "That raccoon got a microwave." "We didn't need it." Molly traced a crooked route past the petting zoo and the face-painting tent. "Focus. The party's at three. Presents go on the picnic table." Bill checked his watch, a plastic superhero one that told time only if you believed hard enough. "And the kids?" "Cake will pacify them. You distract the parents with a puppet show." The van smelled like stale balloons and bad decisions. "I don't have a puppet." "Use your hand. Add googly eyes." Outside, a magician practiced pulling a rabbit from a hat while the rabbit practiced escaping. Bill sighed. "What about security?" "A clown named Gary. He's six." "That's a child." Molly tapped the map. "Exactly. Children trust anyone with candy and a ladder." Bill checked the rearview mirror. "Where's the ladder?" "Behind the bouncy castle. We escape deflated." A clown wobbled past on a unicycle, juggling oranges and existential dread. "That's insane." Molly grinned. "Profitable. Put on the diaper costume." Bill groaned.