Molly adjusted her oversized Minnie Mouse ears, the sequins catching the flickering neon light from the "Happy Birthday Timmy!" sign. Bill, disguised as a deflated, grumbling version of Buzz Lightyear, grumbled about the heat inside the bouncy castle. "Don't get all deflated on me now, Buzz," Molly hissed, shoving a frosting-covered cupcake in his direction. "We wouldn't want to miss Timmy opening his presents, would we? And trust me, this shindig is stuffed with loot." Bill mumbled something about respecting personal boundaries as he cautiously sampled the icing. "Just picture it," Molly continued, her eyes gleaming. "A room full of plush unicorns, sparkly dolls, and enough candy to make Willy Wonka jealous. We hit the motherload tonight." Bill let out a sigh that could power a bouncy castle. "Fine," he grumbled, "but if those sugared doom-mongers catch me near the piñata, I'm blaming you." Molly winked. "Deal!" she exclaimed, tucking a grappling hook into her oversized Minnie purse. "Showtime, Buzz."