The fluorescent lights of Curio's Costume Co. threw long, distorted shadows across the labyrinthine aisles when Molly sidled up beside Bill, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Operation Baby Bonanza's a go," she announced, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Bill's lips twitched, only a hairline fracture in his poker face. "And the bounty?" He knelt down, pretending to rummage through a bin of plastic capes and shimmering tiaras. "Listen to the heart of this operation, Officer Flusterwear. We infiltrate like chameleons in a crayon factory. They'll never suspect," Molly's theatrics painted the room with sound. "I'm all ears." Bill opened a comic book, adopting the pose of a detective mid-case. "The Patterson residence, manor down the park that reeks of old-timers' sneezes and over-hydrated roses," Molly flashed a map faded from too many misadventures. Bill plucked a spider from the page. "How do I blend in with a room full of party balloons and fairy tales?" Molly chuckled, the contours of her plan shaping into a mischievous smile. "Simple. Tonight, we're just Uncle Mutton Chops and Auntie Beady Eye, cookies in one hand, smile in the other. Trojan horse style." As the night infiltrated their day, their stakeout began, the tick-tock of the wall clock an ode to their impending triumph.