"Okay, Bill, here's the skinny. The annual Mayor's Charity Fundraiser for Underprivileged Child prodigies is this Saturday," Molly said, pushing a crumpled flyer across the table. "It's all high society and bottomless champagne by day, then, bam! A sprawling children's party in the ballroom by night." Bill squinted at the flyer. "So, you're saying we waltz in with bell bottoms and bootleg disco music, snag a plate of lukewarm veggies, and then..." "No time for disco, Bill. We're ghosting this one," Molly interrupted, rolling her eyes. "Full infiltration. Fancy clothes, bad smiles, and a convincing story. My fake charity tie just arrived, by the way. Sporting a lifetime pass for orphans with ichthyophobia." "Ichthyophobia? Birds suddenly become a problem?" "Fish, Bill," she sighed. "Aquaphobia is the fear of water. You should learn these things." "I figure if we steal enough toys, we can afford a lifetime supply of goldfish crackers," Bill mumbled, already mentally picturing a symphony of his own unique culinary cravings. "But how are we gonna get past the security? Wilson, the nanny octopus, is running point this year." "Nanny octopus?" Molly choked out, spraying glitter-infused grape juice across the table. Bill shrugged. "Lady told me herself. Apparently, he's triple-armed, has a PhD in Early Childhood Development, and can disguise himself as a birthday balloon." "Well, good thing I got us this," Molly pattered, whipping out a pink, glittery ninja suit. "Wilson can't argue with cuteness." "Wait, you're thinking you're gonna sneak past the most intimidating nanny on the planet dressed as..." Bill gestured with his arms, trailing off in disbelief. "Don't you see, Bill?" Molly exclaimed, striking a triumphant pose. "We'll be wresting those plush unicorns away while little Timmy's distracted, wondering if I'm actually a super-spy who travels the world rescuing orphaned kittens. It's genius!" "Right, sure, genius," Bill mumbled, scrutinizing the ninja suit. "Just remember, if we run into any arachnid security, this thing is flame retardant. And hopefully, sparkly enough to make a seven-year-old temporarily forget about their stolen Legos."