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"Alright, Bill, we’re hitting the Johnson’s birthday bash at three. Kids’ll be sugar-crazed, parents distracted—perfect chaos." "Chaos? Molly, last time we hit a kids’ party, I got glue in my hair for a week." "Because you tried to blend in as a clown. This time, we’re the caterers." "Caterers? I can’t even make toast." "You carry the trays, I’ll grab the gifts. Simple." "Simple? What if a kid asks for a cupcake?" "Tell ‘em it’s gluten-free. They’ll run screaming." "And the parents?" "Distract ‘em with a fake cake fight. Works every time." "Fake cake fight? Molly, I’m not throwing frosting at a mom." "Fine. You be the lookout. I’ll do the heavy lifting." "Lookout? I’ll just stand there like a creepy uncle." "Exactly. No one suspects the creepy uncle." "Great. So my job is to be suspicious." "Bill, focus. We’re in and out before the piñata." "Unless the piñata’s full of cash." "Bill." "Kidding. Mostly."