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Molly tugged at her cardboard mustache while Bill squeezed into a clown suit two sizes too small for his optimistic shoulders. They hid behind a wilting balloon arch outside the community hall, watching toddlers wobble past with juice boxes and sticky fingers. "The plan is simple: we pop in, grab every present, and vanish before cake," Molly whispered. "What about the seven tiny witnesses?" Bill hissed. Molly pointed toward the door where a birthday banner sagged over a table overflowing with lopsided toys. Inside, a magician in star spangled pants dropped his wand into a bowl of noodles and blamed a very confused raccoon. Bill practiced his juggling with three suspiciously heavy muffins, sneezing whenever powdered sugar drifted toward his nose. Molly charted escape routes across a napkin, marking the bouncy castle, the sticker station, and the punch table guarded by a volunteer in a concerned apron. Their getaway vehicle, a borrowed wagon, waited nearby with one wobbly wheel and a squeaky handle that cursed every bump. Still, confidence glowed. If they timed their entrance between pinata swings, they could load the wagon quietly, then roll away during the inevitable diaper emergency. Nobody would suspect cartoonish adults sprinting like tricycles.