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Molly spread the birthday invitation across the kitchen table, pinning its corners with a screwdriver, a cupcake, and Bill’s dentures. “The party starts at three. We enter disguised as entertainers, collect the presents, and vanish before anyone cuts the cake.” Bill retrieved his dentures and studied the invitation, which featured a smiling dinosaur wearing a suspiciously elaborate plastic security badge. “I can juggle, but only potatoes. Also, children frighten me. They ask questions, and their fingers are always terribly sticky.” Molly drew a rectangle on the invitation. The rectangle represented a gift table, though it closely resembled a disappointed sandwich. “You distract the guests with your potato routine. I’ll load the presents into this enormous sack marked FREE PARTY SUPPLIES.” Bill inspected the sack. It was actually a pillowcase, and the label had been written in washable pink glitter glue. “What if the birthday boy catches us? My nephew once tackled a magician for producing the wrong kind of rabbit.” Molly considered this, then pulled two clown noses from her pocket. One squeaked; the other contained her emergency cheddar cheese. “We improvise. If everything goes wrong, give them the potatoes and tell them we’re the world’s two worst birthday fairies.”