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Molly spread the party map across a stolen picnic table, using a juice box as a paperweight and a tiny plastic dinosaur to mark the gift pile. Bill studied the inflatable castle with the grim focus of a man who had once been defeated by a bouncy floor. The plan was simple: enter as entertainment, distract the birthday guests with comedy, and exit before the cake ceremony with every wrapped present in a sack labeled “recycling.” Molly checked her watch, then her fake mustache, then the escape route through the hedge. “Bill, the clown suit stays on.” Bill adjusted his oversized shoes and practiced a sinister honk. “Fine, but I refuse to juggle.” Molly unfolded a list of party hazards, including pin the tail on the donkey, a sugar-fueled conga line, and one suspiciously alert grandmother. She circled the gift table three times for luck and once for effect. “And no squeaking the nose on the getaway.” Bill nodded, then tripped over a party hat, which made the planning session feel professional. They synchronized their watches, stole a handful of napkins for disguises, and headed toward the party with the confidence of men who had forgotten children can smell fear.