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Molly unfolded the crayon-stained map across the stolen catering table while Bill wrestled a pirate hat onto a nervous potted fern. The target was Teddy’s seventh birthday, a backyard kingdom of bouncy castles, sugar-fueled chaos, and a mountain of presents guarded only by toddlers and one deeply tired clown. Molly tapped the map. “Entertainers,” she whispered. “You juggle. I collect.” Bill frowned at the balloon sword in his hand. “I can’t juggle.” Molly grinned and slid a box of animal masks across the table. “Then you’re the pony.” They rehearsed the route through the hedge, past the face-painting station, beneath the banner, and into the gift pile before the piñata distracted everyone. Bill worried about the clown. Molly worried about the cake. The plan required precision, patience, and absolutely no glitter. Bill sneezed into a party bag, scattering confetti across the blueprints. Molly stared at him. “You had one job.” Bill shrugged. “The fern started it.” Bill added a rubber chicken to the list because dignity was already optional. Outside, a child began screaming about a missing scooter, and the clown turned slowly toward the hedge with the weary suspicion of a man who had seen too many parent-teacher conferences.