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Molly parked their getaway wagon beside a castle-shaped bouncy house. “The birthday cake is our cover, not our lunch, Bill.” Bill surveyed the backyard, where toddlers patrolled with juice boxes. “Fine, but why does your cake have two suspicious handles?” She lifted the enormous cake, wobbling beneath its criminal purpose. “Because the frosting conceals a suitcase, and ambition needs luggage.” A gust peeled back fondant, exposing three pairs of underpants. “Your ambition smells like socks, and that frosting smells worse.” Inside, balloons bobbed above mountains of brightly wrapped birthday presents. “At noon, the magician distracts everyone; we collect every present.” A six-year-old blocked the gate, demanding proof of party credentials. “How are we getting past the tiny security guards outside?” Molly flashed her business card: Princess Consultant and Emergency Glitterer. “They are children, Bill. Offer stickers; their loyalty is negotiable.” Bill searched his pockets, discovering crumbs, lint, and bad decisions. “I only have stickers that say ‘Property of the Police.’” The guard saluted, then confiscated their cake for customs inspection. “Perfect. Nobody questions a child who owns the entire police.” Across the lawn, the magician emerged wearing suspiciously official shoes. “Wait. Why is the magician wearing a police badge, Molly?”