"So, Bill," Molly muttered, "you sure this is the right place?" "Trust me, Molly-mation," Bill said, "this is where Theodore T.S. Tumbleweed is celebrating his sixth birthday, and eighty-five pints of cotton candy and carousels later, we'll be sixty-figures richer." Molly scanned the brightly colored bouncy castles and cloying confectionery stalls. "This better buccaneer the boring bank heist we both botched last month," she grumbled. "Aye, aye, you bumbling buccaneer," Bill bantered, "but before we board the booty-ship, we need to blend in, and badly at that." "You really went for the 'B' alliteration, didn't you, Billiam?" Molly sighed. "Of course, Molly-munchkin, 'b' is for 'brilliant', just like our plan," Bill said, winking. They donned ducks-as-disguise costumes, designed to dodge detection. "You sure these Daffy Duck disguises don't blow our cover completely?" Molly asked, eyebrows arched. "Nonsense, Molly-moo-cow, everyone loves a loony, laughable lagoon lark," Bill said, his words sloshing with the bullishness of a brand-new balloon-selling behemoth. Molly sighed. "Alright, Bill-o-Billiams, let's go get those goodies." At the gift table, wrapped in wrapping paper as garish as a