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Molly unfolded the birthday invitation like it was a bank blueprint. Bill sharpened a pencil and studied the clown’s arrival time. The plan involved a bouncy castle, three distracted parents, and a piñata with suspiciously good security. Molly tapped the map. “We go in as entertainers.” Bill frowned. “I can juggle.” She circled the gift table. “You drop things.” They rehearsed the approach: Bill in a magician’s cape, Molly carrying a cake that was mostly cardboard and nerve. The real obstacle was the party magician, a man with quick hands and quicker lawsuits. Bill suggested smoke pellets. Molly suggested a dinosaur costume. They compromised on a fake piñata emergency. The guest list was mostly sugar-fueled chaos with a side of legal waivers. “Kids love chaos,” Molly whispered. “Parents hate it,” Bill added. “That’s our window.” They timed the cake cut, the sugar rush, and the inevitable tantrum. Bill packed a crowbar wrapped in wrapping paper. Molly packed a list of excuses, alphabetized. At the final review, Bill raised a concern about singing, and Molly nodded gravely. Bill insisted on a dignified exit. Molly refused politely. They shook hands, professional and doomed, while a distant balloon animal squeaked like an alarm.