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Molly unfolded the birthday invitation like a treasure map. “The party starts at two, and the presents pile by the bouncy castle.” Bill twirled a screwdriver and grinned. “We enter as entertainers. I’ll be the magician; you’re the rabbit.” Molly checked the invitation again. “Rabbits don’t carry bolt cutters, and I refuse to wear ears.” Bill tapped the colander. “Fine. You’re the clown. Nobody questions a clown near the gift table.” Molly folded the invitation and stared at the bouncy castle diagram. “The clown smells like gin and bad decisions. What about the parents?” Bill sketched a route around the gift table. “Parents stare at phones and panic about gluten. We smile, juggle, and sweep the loot into my hat.” Molly circled the petting zoo in red ink. “Your hat is a colander.” Bill drew a tiny goat wearing a mask. “It’s avant-garde. The kids will love it.” Molly sighed and checked her watch. “There’s a petting zoo. Goats will eat the wrapping paper.” Bill polished the colander with his sleeve. “Perfect.” Molly hid the bolt cutters under a clown wig. Bill practiced a bow. Molly stared at him. Bill shrugged. Molly opened the van door. Bill climbed in. Molly followed.