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Molly adjusted her plastic clown nose. "The party's at three, right? That's when the chaos peaks." Bill checked his watch. "Three-thirty, actually. I asked the birthday kid's mom. She was busy with cupcake drama." "You asked a five-year-old?" "I offered him a Capri Sun. Kids are loyal when you bring juice." "Bill, this is an eight-year-old's superhero bash. We can't walk in wearing tactical gear." "Walk in? Molly, I rented the entire bounce house. I'm the official entertainment." "Bill, you're forty-two and have never bounced." "I've got industrial knee pads. The question is the pinata. Do we hit it at peak sugar rush when the kids are vibrating?" Molly nodded. "When they're hyper and swinging blindly, we slip out back with the bags." "Loot being?" "Lego sets, a Nintendo Switch, and that dinosaur egg." "This is child's play, Molly. Literally." "That's the beauty. Nobody suspects childless adults unless they're causing trouble." Bill grinned. "So we just mingle?" "We disappear. I'll be the mom who forgot her phone. You be the dad at the grill." "But neither of us has kids." "Exactly. Zero suspicion. Now, hand me that juice box. I need to practice my 'I'm just here for my nephew' face."