Molly adjusted the oversized rainbow wig in the reflection of the van window. “Alright, Bill, you remember the plan?” Bill, dressed in a puffy, purple dinosaur costume, stifled a groan. “Molly, we’ve been over this a thousand times. I distract the kids with my stellar dinosaur dancing, you swipe the presents.” “Right, but we’re going for ‘realistic’ dinosaur movements, Bill. None of that breakdancing you like to do.” “But Molly, how else are they gonna believe I’m a real dinosaur? I even learned the ‘ooga booga’ dance.” He attempted a surprisingly limber move, nearly hitting his head on the van ceiling. Molly sighed. “Just… try to blend in, okay? Look, there’s the bouncy castle – they’re starting.” She shoved a pair of oversized sunglasses on his snout. “Remember, think like a dinosaur. A present-loving dinosaur.”