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Molly unfolded the birthday invitation like a bank blueprint. “The perimeter is balloons,” she whispered, “and the vault is a piñata.” Bill nodded, adjusting his tiny party hat. He had spent three days memorizing the clown’s route and two hours practicing his impression of a bouncy castle. The job was simple: slip in during musical chairs, lift every wrapped parcel from the gift table, and escape before the cake emerged. Molly produced a clipboard labeled snacks, cake, exits. “We go as magicians,” she said. “Balloon animals.” Bill frowned. He looked wounded, as though someone had asked him to fold a giraffe without instructions. Molly patted his shoulder supportively. “I only know swords.” They compromised on a magician who made balloon swords. At the fence, a toddler pointed at them and screamed with joy. Molly took that as a good sign. Inside, the party roared like a small, sticky stock exchange. Bill secured the presents in a laundry hamper disguised as a stroller. Then the birthday child spotted them and demanded a trick. Molly panicked, produced a rabbit from the gift bag, and discovered the rabbit was the actual present. They fled with nine parcels and one still furious magician’s assistant.