Molly adjusted her sparkly party hat in the rearview mirror as Bill drove them to the location. "I still don't see why we have to dress up for this job." "Blend in, Molly. We're crashing a kids' birthday party. We don't want to stick out," Bill replied, his voice muffled by the oversized novelty sunglasses perched on his nose. "I'm a thirty-five-year-old woman in a glittery tutu. I'm pretty sure I'm going to stick out no matter what." Molly fluffed her bright pink wig, giving herself a skeptical look. Bill chuckled. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go over the plan. We sneak in during the piñata breaking, make our way to the gift table, and swap the presents with the fake ones we brought." "Easy peasy. I've been practicing my 'Ooh, I love pinata!' scream for weeks." Molly grinned mischievously. "And I've been perfecting my 'Whoops, I spilled the juice box!' distraction technique." Bill winked at her. Molly rolled her eyes. "You're going to get us caught with that one." "Hey, it's a classic. It's worked for me before." Bill pulled into the parking lot, where a giant inflatable bounce house dominated the landscape. "Showtime, Molly. Let's go get those presents!"