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Molly unfolded the blueprint across Bill’s steering wheel, though it was actually a crayon drawing of the community center. “The clown enters at precisely noon, so we go in as magicians,” she said. Bill adjusted his false mustache. It immediately slid into his coffee. “And if the children ask us to perform?” he said. Below them, the party invitation promised a bouncy castle, cake, and twenty presents stacked beside a cardboard throne. Molly had circled the throne twice. Bill had circled cake six times, then drawn a small helmet on the birthday boy. Their plan was elegant: enter through the kitchen, distract the parents with an elaborate puppet show, and wheel the gifts out inside Bill’s inflatable dinosaur costume. Unfortunately, the costume had only one zipper, located beneath its tail, and Bill had already eaten three emergency sausages. Molly checked her watch. Balloons trembled beyond the windshield. Somewhere inside, a violin began murdering a cheerful song. Bill started the engine. Molly snatched his keys. First, she decided, they needed better disguises. Magicians were suspicious. Magicians with a dinosaur were practically a confession. Bill looked at the invitation again, sighed, and licked the frosting off his mustache with immense, tragic dignity.