Molly peered over the blueprint, whispering, "Alright, Bill. Operation Party Pooper is a go. You snagged the clown costume?" Bill nodded, his face serious beneath a rainbow wig, "Yeah, and you're sure they won't notice me swapping out the magician?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill. It's a bunch of five-year-olds. As long as you pull a rabbit out of something, they'll be thrilled." He grimaced. "About that rabbit—" "You didn’t?" "Let’s just say, the pet store was out, but I got creative. You like hamsters, right?" She sighed. "Fine, just stuff some in your sleeves. Now, when the cake comes out, that's our signal, got it?" Bill tapped his nose. "Gotcha. While they're busy with the cake, I tiptoe to the present pile. How am I smuggling them out, though?" Molly flashed a grin. "The stroller. They’ll just think you’re a doting dad." Bill chuckled. "Genius! And for the grand escape?" She pulled out two tiny bicycles. "We ride out in style. They got streamers and everything." Bill burst out laughing. "Molly, we’re too old for this." She shrugged. "But not too old for a little bit of fun."