Molly scanned the blueprint, her sharp blue eyes glinting behind her cat-eye frames. "Right, so first we rappel down using the laundry chute on the third floor." Bill scratched his wiry mustache. "You sure about that? Won't the need for speed kill our momentum?" "Not if we spike their juice boxes with a little more than fruit." She winked. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're twisted, you know that?" "But it works. We'll cut the cake early, then make our move." "And how are we supposed to blend in with these..." Bill picked up the heart-shaped veil and foam tiara. "The world doesn't spin around physical intimidation. Sometimes you gotta be adorable, ya dingus." "Am I supposed to charm her?" His faux-bashful grin melted into a leer. "Please, I'm still working on letting you put it on the pavement, you sicko." "Damn," he sighed. "The world was not meant for one as pure as me." "Save it for the children. That's your job. Now, let's go."