Molly zipped up her pink tutu, pulling the tulle tight around her thighs. "Ready?" she asked, balancing a tiara precariously on top of her spiky blue hair. Bill, clad in rainbow leggings and a sparkly cowboy hat, flexed his biceps, which were suspiciously bulging beneath a tight, sequined tank top. "Born ready," he winked. "Just pray those pint-sized partygoers don't figure out I can't actually pull a rabbit out of this hat." Molly snorted, checking the oversized, candy-colored backpack strapped to her back. "Don't worry, they'll be too busy drooling over the cake. Besides, distraction is your forte, remember?" She tapped the tuba case at Bill's feet. "One blast of 'Baby Shark' and they'll be entranced." Bill grinned, his teeth flashing white under the layer of glittery lip gloss. "Let's go grab ourselves some loot, Princess Sparklebum." They crept towards the house, a giant inflatable unicorn bobbing merrily in the front yard. Molly stifled a giggle. Stealing from kids seemed wrong, even for her. But the look on her landlord's face when she couldn't pry open the coin-operated laundry machine because it demanded more quarters? That was all the motivation she needed. This was for a good cause. Probably.