"So, let me get this straight," Bill said, scrubbing at his five o'clock shadow. "You want us to crash a kid's party and steal all the presents? Sounds a bit Grinch-y, Mol." Molly rolled her eyes, "It's not like that. These are no ordinary presents. They're collector's items. The kid's dad is a toy mogul. He's giving away prototypes worth a fortune." "And how do you suggest we pull this off?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Mingle with the clowns and magicians?" "Exactly," Molly grinned. "I've got a costume for you. You'll fit right in." Bill sighed, "If this gets us on the naughty list, I'm blaming you. What's my costume?" Molly held up a giant penguin suit, trying to hide her laughter. "You're the entertainment." Bill groaned, "Molly, it's a kids' party, not a penguin convention!" Molly chuckled, "Relax, Bill. Just think of the payout. Besides, who doesn't love penguins?"