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Molly studied the birthday invitation like a blueprint for Fort Knox. Across the street, fourteen children bounced inside a castle that appeared structurally unsound and emotionally hostile. “We need disguises, perfect timing, and absolutely no balloon animals.” Bill adjusted his stolen magician’s cape. His disguise had seemed convincing until a rabbit crawled out of the lining and began eating their getaway map. The presents were stacked beneath a glittering banner. Molly had counted eighteen parcels, three gift bags, and one suspiciously bicycle-shaped object wearing enough wrapping paper to qualify as architecture. Their plan was simple: enter as entertainment, distract the parents, collect every present, and escape through the kitchen. Unfortunately, the kitchen was guarded by a grandmother whose expression suggested she had personally invented consequences. “Fine, but nobody told me toddlers were this heavily armed.” Bill pointed at a child swinging a plastic sword with unmistakable professional ambition. Molly revised the plan. They would pose as gift inspectors. Bill would carry the sack; she would handle official paperwork. She produced a clipboard. Bill produced a kazoo. For a moment, they both regarded their equipment with the solemn confidence of criminals about to be comprehensively defeated by someone wearing jelly on purpose.