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Molly unrolled the blueprint across Bill’s steering wheel, narrowly missing a button labelled ejector seat. Outside, the party fizzed with balloons, kazoo music, and thirty children high enough on sugar to qualify as weather. “I’ll distract the clown. You grab every present and avoid the jelly,” Molly whispered. “Why avoid the jelly?” Bill asked, eyeing a wobbling mound beside the bouncy castle. “It follows you everywhere,” Molly said. Their disguises hung in the back seat: Molly’s fairy costume, Bill’s trousers, and a badge reading entertainment. Bill objected that entertainment usually involved less felony, but Molly was already drawing arrows toward the gift table. Their route crossed the paddling pool, skirted a magician producing increasingly alarmed rabbits, and ended at the kitchen window. At noon, they strolled through the gate carrying a cake made entirely of cardboard. Nobody questioned them. Nobody questions cake. Inside, chaos provided excellent cover. Bill reached for a parcel, only to discover its young owner attached. Molly pointed at her watch. The child pointed at Bill’s nose, which had begun squeaking. Behind them, the jelly shuddered with interest. Then Bill’s nose honked, every child turned, and Molly discovered that thirty small witnesses could scream in perfect harmony.