Molly crouched behind the garbage bin, her eyes scanning the children's party with seasoned precision. Bill, lurking a few feet away, nodded at her findings. "Five mature adults, two piñatas, and seven cakes," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible over the raucous laughter within. "Disgusting amount of sugar," Bill countered, wincing at the sight of the treats. "But I see the gifts. Two dozen wrapped present piles. How are we getting past the slip-n-slide blockade?" "Leave that to me," Molly winked, pulling out a small toolkit. "Trade secret." Bill raised an eyebrow as she fiddled with the miniature devices. "And what if a child comes out to play?" Molly glanced up, her eyes glinting with a wicked grin. "Then I turn them into human pinball." Bill chuckled low in his throat. "You're a sadist, Molly." The rustling of a discarded burger wrapper drew their attention back to the table of gifts. "Alright, dish out the fake mustaches and let's get to work." As Molly spritzed powdered-sugar hair onto their attire, Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "We look like we're playing hooky from kindergarten." "In every sense, Bill, in every sense," Molly retorted, meticulously placing the disguises. "Ready to make off like thetes HttpServletResponse we are?"