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Molly spread the birthday invitation across the getaway van hood like treasure map gold. "We hit the party at noon when the cake coma sets in." Bill stared at her, horrified, clutching a rubber nose like a tiny red shield. "And I wear the clown suit again and cry again?" Molly tapped the address twice, grinning with the confidence of a raccoon CEO. "You were a magnificent clown until you sat on the piñata." Bill winced and rubbed his bruised dignity, plus several other bruised places nearby. "That piñata knew what it did and showed zero remorse." She drew a glittery route past juice boxes, parents, ponies, and suspicious grandmothers. "Focus. You distract the kids with balloon animals while I grab presents." He practiced twisting balloons, producing something resembling a haunted pretzel seeking legal advice. "My balloon animals all look like sausages or tax mistakes." Molly nodded approvingly, then marked the escape route with frosting scented highlighter. "Perfect. While they debate art, I load the van out back." Bill gasped. "What if the birthday girl catches me stuffing gifts everywhere?" She shrugged. "Offer her a sausage balloon and run like heroic cowards." He sighed. "Truly flawless criminal masterminds." They nodded.