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Molly slid the napkin across the table. "Bill, the party is at two. We walk in smiling." "Smiling at what?" Bill said. "I am not a child. I am a man with knees." "You are Uncle Bill from out of town," Molly said. "You admire the balloons. You do not mention your knees." "And we just take the presents?" Bill asked. "The pile with the little cards? I read one. It says Timmy." "Timmy will survive," Molly said. "He has a bouncy castle and three grandmothers." "I am not wrestling a grandmother," Bill said. "Nobody is wrestling anyone," Molly said. "We compliment the cake. We stand near the table. When they sing, we carry the pile to the car like helpful adults." "Helpful adults do not steal scooters," Bill said. "Then leave the scooter," Molly said. "Take the boxes. Leave the piñata. I have principles." "Your principles are candy," Bill said. "Correct," Molly said. "Also, if the clown stares, do not confess." "Clowns can tell," Bill said. "Clowns cannot arrest you," Molly said. "Probably. Smile, Uncle Bill. And do not say the cake looks moist." Bill groaned. "This is the worst job we have ever planned." "It is a party," Molly said. "Try to look invited."