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Molly crouched behind the hedge, consulting a map drawn on a pizza box. Across the street, Bill adjusted his bow tie and watched balloons bob above the birthday house. Their target was the mountain of wrapped presents beside the cake; their getaway vehicle was a tricycle with one squeaky wheel. A handwritten sign promised games, prizes, and absolutely no adults in the hallway. Molly circled the side entrance. Bill tested the gate, which opened with a cheerful jingle. They froze as a clown emerged, carrying a tray of cupcakes. He smiled. Bill smiled back, accidentally revealing frosting on his mustache. “Wait for my signal. We enter disguised as party entertainers, collect every present, and leave before anyone asks why the magician has a tricycle. Also, avoid the punch; last time you drank from a fishbowl. Was it even punch? Your goldfish still thinks you owe him rent and interest, apparently.” “Relax. I brought a gift bag, a fake mustache, and three emergency cupcakes. If challenged, I’ll claim we’re the birthday child’s uncles. Though technically, the child is whichever one likes my juggling. Last party, I juggled oranges and accidentally crowned the dog. Still, nobody checked invitations. Dogs hate paperwork, anyway.”