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Molly studied the crayon invitation under a streetlamp while Bill sharpened a plastic fork. "Saturday, two o'clock, Wiggly Giggly Gym. Every kid brings a present. They stack them by the bouncy castle." Bill grinned and tapped the fork against his palm. "We go in as mascots. Grab the pile. Waddle out before cake." Molly rolled her eyes so hard her whole head moved. "Last time you wore a mascot head, you tripped over a toddler and cried." Bill looked wounded and adjusted his fake mustache. "I had glitter in my eye. Besides, kids love a dancing dinosaur." Molly unfolded a crumpled magician's cape from her coat. "I'll be the magician. You're the assistant. No cape for you." Bill sighed and picked up a trash bag. "Fine. We wait for pin the tail on the donkey. Chaos, cover, escape." They bumped fists beside a dumpster labeled Party Time. "And Bill?" "What?" "Don't steal the birthday cake. That's just mean." Somewhere inside, a birthday song started, followed by the unmistakable roar of twenty sugared children. Molly checked her watch and smiled. Bill zipped the empty bag with theatrical menace. The plan was terrible. "And absolutely no glitter, crying, or eating the evidence."