Molly adjusted her tiara, the plastic digging into her scalp. "Think this is convincing enough?" she asked, tilting her head and making the plastic gems clatter against each other. Bill, sporting a brightly coloured bow tie that clashed spectacularly with his rumpled suit, studied her with a critical eye. He plucked a stray feather boa from her shoulder. "You look like a discount Disney princess mated with a Christmas tree," he declared, tossing the boa back at her. "But it might just work." Molly scowled, smoothing down the ridiculous pink tutu she wore over her usual black jumpsuit. They surveyed the scene: a bouncy castle pulsing with the shrieks of sugared-up children, a face painter painstakingly transforming a small boy into a drooling rainbow unicorn, and a table groaning under the weight of brightly wrapped gifts. "Operation Sugar Rush is a go," Molly whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. Bill cracked his knuckles, a wide grin splitting his face. "Let's get this party started." He grabbed a party popper from a nearby table, secretly filling it with smoke bombs. The festivities were about to take a decidedly more adult turn.