"Alright, Molly, this is it. The big score," Bill whispered, adjusting his comically large fake mustache. "You sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids seems a bit low, even for us," Molly replied, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Low? Nah, it's genius! Who'd suspect a couple of harmless party entertainers?" "If you say so. But if one of those rugrats recognizes us, we're done for." "Relax, will ya? I got us the perfect disguises. No one will be the wiser." Molly eyed Bill's garish polka-dotted suit and floppy shoes. "If you insist. But how are we supposed to make off with all those presents?" Bill grinned mischievously. "That's the beauty of it! We don't take the presents – we take the whole party!" Molly's eyes widened. "You can't be serious..." "Dead serious, doll face. Now, let's get in there and show those little angels a good time they'll never forget!"