Molly wiped the chocolate off her fingers and leaned back against the van's bench seat. "Okay, listen up, dummy. Here's the plan." Bill shifted in the driver's seat, frowning at the road ahead. "First of all, 'dummy'? Really?" "Shut up, I'm planning." "Ha ha." He rolled his eyes. "Fine. What's the plan, genius?" "You gonna listen or not?" "Fine, I'm listening!" Bill held up his hands. "Shoot." Molly nodded. "So, we're crashing this kiddie birthday party, right? Gonna steal the presents real quick-like while everyone's distracted with cake and balloons and crap." "Okay, seems simple enough," Bill said slowly. "But it's not like we can just waltz in there. Security'll probably be tight." "Nope." Molly's eyes gleamed with mischief. "That's why we gotta go in undercover." "Wait, what? Un-dipped? Buddy, I ain't getting nowhere near whatever the hell that is!" Molly laughed. "Dumbass, I said undercover! Like spies. We blend in, scope out the swag, snatch it up, then make like a banana and split before anybody catches on." "And how exactly do you plan to do that?" Bill asked, arching an eyebrow. She smiled sweetly. "We dress up like party animals, of course. Chromeasaurus Rex it is!"