Molly adjusted the panda mask perched precariously on her forehead. It tickled her nose. "Are you sure about this, Bill?" Bill, resplendent in a neon-green, oversized Elmo costume, checked his grappling hook one last time. "Relax, Moll. It's foolproof. The kids will be distracted by the clown, and the parents will be too busy shoving cake into their faces to notice a thing." He flexed his furry red mitts. "Besides, think of the loot! Imagine the bounty of plastic dinosaurs and singing unicorns." Molly peered through the frosted windowpane at the party in full swing. Children shrieked with glee, faces painted with animal faces, chasing each other with balloons. Balloons, Molly mused, might be useful camouflage. She pictured herself sailing through the air, a giggling panda amidst a rainbow of bobbing orbs. Her grin widened. "Alright, Elmo. Let's get party rocking."