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The plan required patience, terrible costumes, and absolute silence around a suburban backyard noisy with excited children, sugary snacks, inflatable decorations, and one suspiciously cheerful clown. Molly whispered, "The gate opens at two" while checking her watch three times and pretending not to notice the giant chocolate cake shaped like a dinosaur. Bill answered, "I brought a wagon yesterday" and patted a red wagon hidden behind a bush, already wearing a clown nose slightly too large for his face. Molly replied, "What about the clown watching" because the clown was now juggling flaming pins near the present table with unsettling confidence. Bill said, "I distract him with balloons" while inflating a purple balloon with heroic determination. They agreed the presents beside the barbecue looked deliciously unattended because adults chased a terrier stealing cupcakes. Molly imagined a getaway across the lawn toward the waiting ice cream truck with questionable brakes. Bill worried about cake frosting on his sleeves, the sprinkler soaking his carefully styled hair, and seven year olds recognizing professional thieves immediately. Behind them, party music thumped loudly, children screamed with joy, and the presents rustled temptingly in the warm summer breeze beside the enormous chocolate cake shaped like dinosaurs.