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Molly unfolded the birthday-party invitation across the van’s dashboard and smoothed it with a gloved thumb. Outside, balloons bobbed like a signal flare. She tapped the flyer. “Pin the tail on the donkey gives cover.” Bill tightened his fake mustache and checked a stopwatch. “Blindfolds and screaming.” Molly nodded. “The screaming is the problem.” Bill shook his head. “A toddler bit me last time.” Molly grinned. “You were dressed as a piñata.” Bill pointed at his costume. “That was your idea.” He flipped it over and traced the route. “Presents go back after cake. Distraction at two fifteen.” Molly pulled two tennis balls from her pocket. “I’ll juggle.” Bill folded his arms. “You can’t juggle.” Molly shrugged. “I’ll pretend. The clown will help.” Bill sighed and adjusted his cape. “Fine. I’ll pose as a magician.” Molly squinted at him. “Your magic is terrible.” Bill produced a limp balloon. “It’s misdirection. Balloon dog, watch dog, take gifts.” Molly winced. “What if it pops?” Bill started the van. “Then we run.” Molly checked the mirror. “And if the kids chase us?” Bill smiled. “Throw cake. They’ll stop for cake.” Molly laughed. “Brilliant. We’re not thieves, just party planners with poor timing.”