"This is gonna be a cakewalk," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "A bunch of screaming brats and their clueless parents? Easy pickings." Bill rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on the lavish mansion across the street. "You sure about this? Stealing from kids doesn't exactly scream 'honor among thieves'." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Like those spoiled little brats need more presents. We're doing them a favor, really." She adjusted her wig, a fiery red mop that clashed spectacularly with her ensemble. "Now, you remember the plan?" "Infiltrate the party, blend in, and make off with the loot," Bill recited dutifully. "But how are we supposed to blend in? We stick out like a couple of sore thumbs." Molly grinned, producing a pair of oversized mascot costumes. "That's where these come in. We'll be the life of the party, my friend." Bill eyed the garish outfits with trepidation. "I don't know, Molly. This seems like a recipe for disaster." "Relax, would you?" Molly chuckled. "It'll be a piece of cake. Now, let's get this show on the road!"