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Molly surveyed the birthday castle from behind enormous purple hydrangeas. “Bill, count the guards, and remember, toddlers bite surprisingly hard.” Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which smelled suspiciously of frosting. “Three parents, one magician, and a balloon shaped like doom.” Across the lawn, gift bags glittered beneath a paper dragon. “The presents are unguarded. Except by that dreadful balloon animal.” Molly unfolded blueprints scribbled across the back of greasy napkins. “We enter disguised as entertainers. Bill, can you juggle competently?” Bill tossed three pebbles skyward; none came back down immediately. “I can distract them with my spectacular disappearing wallet trick.” A squeaky shoe announced the magician standing directly behind them. “That trick works better if you actually own one, Bill.” Molly smiled, already imagining handcuffs with festive pink ribbon bows. “We're collecting donations for the extremely unfortunate birthday dragon fund.” The magician considered this, then pointed toward the dining room. “Wonderful. The hungry dragon accepts cake, not presents, obviously, Bill.” Bill's stomach growled loudly enough to interrupt the cheerful music. “Molly, perhaps we should steal cake instead of presents today?” Inside, the birthday girl crowned Molly with glittery gold tinsel. “Agreed. But we're leaving her the biggest slice, obviously, Bill.”