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Molly crouched behind the hedge, wearing a tuxedo jacket over pajamas and clutching a clipboard upside down with grim determination. “Party ends at four, Bill. We enter at three fifty-nine, collect presents, and vanish before anyone notices the missing magician.” Bill studied the backyard through binoculars, which were actually two toilet-paper tubes taped together with festive stickers and glitter everywhere. “I object to stealing from children,” Bill whispered. “They have sticky fingers, unpredictable parents, and apparently a pony waiting beside the cake.” A chorus of tiny voices erupted inside, followed by a crash and the unmistakable squeak of a balloon animal nearby. “Relax. We’ll disguise ourselves as entertainers. You juggle; I’ll perform ventriloquism with the gift bags and blame the dummy afterward.” Molly handed him three oranges. Bill dropped all three, then bowed as if gravity had requested an encore politely, twice. “The children are applauding,” Molly said. “Excellent. Nothing says professional entertainer like a man losing a fight with citrus publicly.” They marched through the gate, where a papier-mâché dragon guarded a mountain of brightly wrapped boxes and one suspicious cupcake. “New plan: we’re hired guests. I’ll compliment the cake; you distract the adults by challenging the pony to chess outside.”