Molly adjusted the bright pink wig on her head, studying her reflection in the mirror. She looked like a reject from a bad 80s music video. Bill, lounging on the couch behind her, let out a snort. "You look like a flamingo on steroids," he said, chuckling. Molly shot him a withering glance. "Hey, this disguise is going to get us into that party." She turned back to the mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in her oversized, sparkly sweater. The plan was to infiltrate five-year-old Timmy's birthday bash, where the wealthy parents of the guests would no doubt be showering their precious little darlings with expensive gifts. Molly and Bill aimed to relieve them of that burden. The party was being held at a swanky event space in the suburbs, complete with bouncy castle and a live appearance by "Blinky the Clown." Molly shuddered at the thought. Bill stood up, stretching his lanky frame. "Alright, let's get moving. We've got a party to crash." He tossed Molly a pair of oversized, novelty sunglasses. "Put these on. You're still too recognizable." Molly rolled her eyes, but complied. They headed out the door, ready to put their ridiculous plan into action.