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Molly unfolded the crumpled party map. "Okay Bill, we hit the Henderson birthday party at noon, grab every present, and vanish before the cake appears, understood?" Bill scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Understood, Molly, but how do we get past twenty screaming seven year olds armed with juice boxes and pure chaos?" Molly grinned. "Easy, you dress as Bingo the Clown, juggle badly, and distract them while I load the gifts into sacks." Bill groaned loudly. "I hate clowns, Molly, especially me, and last time my big shoes triggered the car alarm and terrified a pony." Molly winked. "That pony was suspicious, Bill, and besides, the costume hides your face better than that terrible fake mustache does." Bill sighed. "My mustache won third prize at the fair, but fine, what is your disguise while I suffer public humiliation?" "I will be Madame Presents, official gift inspector, with a clipboard, stern glasses, and absolutely no actual authority whatsoever." "Brilliant, until the real parents ask questions, then what brilliant improvisation saves us from tiny detectives with sticky fingers?" "You honk your nose, fall dramatically, I shout cake emergency, and we escape through the bouncy castle exit quickly." "I truly despise this plan completely."