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Molly spread the birthday invitation across their very sticky table. “Eight children, one clown, and a suspiciously enormous present pile.” Bill inspected the invitation while removing frosting from his sleeve. “Why is the clown suspicious? He's just doing his job.” Molly circled the garden gate with a crayon marked VENGEANCE. “Because last time, he identified us from our getaway balloon.” Bill nodded, remembering the squeaky pursuit through three suburban streets. “Fine. We enter as entertainers, grab presents, then vanish gracefully.” Molly produced two disguises from a bag smelling of pickles. “You'll be the rabbit. I'll be your glamorous magician accomplice.” Bill held up the rabbit costume, revealing its alarming dimensions. “That rabbit has shoulders. Have you seen an actual rabbit?” Molly ignored him and sketched a route past the cake. “During musical chairs, we scoop everything into this laundry basket.” Bill studied the basket, which contained a sleeping orange cat. “Everything? What if the birthday kid asks where presents went?” Molly scratched the cat, who immediately bit the escape route. “We tell him the rabbit made them disappear. Classic magic.” Bill slipped on the costume and stared into the mirror. “I thought you were the rabbit. Why am I pink?”