"Alright, Bill," Molly said, tapping a finger on the laminated flyer she'd ripped from the community board. "Operation Sugar Rush is a go. We hit Mrs. Prindle's annual 'Superhero Soiree' this Saturday." Bill squinted at the flyer. "Superhero Soiree? What, are we going to have to fight off a bunch of six-year-olds dressed as Spider-Man?" "Hopefully not," Molly sighed. "But there's bound to be some serious loot under that inflatable bouncy castle. Think of it, Bill: action figures, dolls, the latest video games. It's a Christmas in July bonanza!" "I'll admit, those Lego sets are pretty tempting," Bill conceded, picturing the plastic bricks in his hands. "But how are we getting past the parents? They'll be like a swarm of hyperactive bees, buzzing around with juice boxes and fake mustaches." Molly grinned. "Leave that to me. I've got a plan involving glitter glue, a strategically placed balloon animal, and a whole lot of 'awwwws.'"