"Hey Bill, I got a sweet gig for us," Molly said, grinning mischievously as they strolled down the bustling street. "Oh tell me more," Bill replied, his interest piqued. They had been in a dry spell lately. "Remember the McDuffie kid? The one whose parents throw him those over-the-top birthday parties every year?" Bill's eyes lit up. "You mean the one with the live unicorn last year? I still can't believe that was legal." "Yup, that's the one. Well, this year, they're topping it off with a Fortnite-themed extravaganza. Can you believe it? It's like they're begging to be robbed," Molly chuckled. "Alright, I'm intrigued. How do we make our move?" "Well, I've already RSVP'd us as 'slime' and ' llamacorn' – you know, to blend in. I found us some costumes that should do the trick," Molly said, gesturing towards her backpack. "Aw, c'mon Molly, do we have to wear those ridiculous costumes again?" Bill groaned, shooting her a sideways glance. "Trust me, Bill, it's for the greater good. Besides, it's an easy in. They'll be so distracted by the kids running around like sugar-filled maniacs, no one will notice two more attention-seekers," she winked. "Fine, but you owe me. So, we're inside, then what?" "We mingle a little