The clock struck ten o'clock. Molly and Bill approached the venue where the kid's birthday party was going on. They both wore frosty-looking mustaches which they had quickly glued on. "Molly, you think this disguise is good enough?" Bill asked delicately. Molly stared at him like a helpless kid on Christmas morning. "What do you mean? This is genius!" Skepticism settling over Bill's eyes, he didn’t extend his hand in response. "You don't think someone's going to recognize one of their own parents?" Way to go, Bill. Low blow, right? "Well if that happens, we just say we're their grandpas!" Molly loud-whispered, getting closer. "It'll be fine! Let’s go in!” With that Single resolve, Molly pushed open the door. They headed toward the front table where they spotted a family of Disney figures - SpongeBob, Mickey Mouse, Princess Jasmine, Cinderella - celebrating some princess's seventh birthday. Bill wrung his hands; Molly was too alert to do anything but stare. The party hosts both froze, staring into Bill's flawless disguise. Their mutual erections exclaimed the perfect special performance. "Grandpa Bill!" they exclaimed with joy. "I missed you so much! The toys are amazing." Bill smiled awkwardly; his mustache started to collapse but he was too nervous to fix it. Molly, on the other hand, looked like a patron saint of teenager drooling alone. "Molly," Bill hissed. "Save me." That did the trick. Molly looked up with a smile. "Jackpot! Shut your mouths!" She burped up the brown liquid whileing down her guard and wiping off the lower lid. The mother looked down at him in disbelief as Molly hissed the floor like a snake. "Bill, save me!" Bill growled and peeled off the mustache top, revealing a plastic face. "I just wanna play," he said, looking serious. Molly giggled and walked toward the table of presents, pulling out a gun. “Whoa Baby…It’s a double gun,” Bill remarked, an excited adoration in his expression. Molly dropped her arms. "Cool," she said. Molly reached under the hoodie of the fake mustache. She pulled out a knife with a smile. “See?” she said as she positioned the blade against the latest Disney character. “We just want to capture the presents and enjoy some adult time.” “Molly,” Bill whispered. “That’s only eight dollars.” “What’s going on?” the mother said, coming toward them. “Your full name is Melissa," Molly said and then fired a bullet toward Melissa's head. Bill laughed hysterically. He inserted his mustachio in anticipation for death; lower lid fell to the floor and Molly did her thing, cracking the toy table with her gun and a knife left her skin. “I love how you’re so violent,” Bill said, intense in his response to Molly. “Your voice, your face, your clothes, everything about you is fine.” Molly pulled off the pajamas she was wearing, leaving only a 100-pound girl standing. “Oops,” she said. “Why don’t we get a little change of clothes. And what do you think about me? I look like a spoiled princess, don’t I?” Molly and Bill stood side by side and threw their hands in the air. bills bounced on their heads with their legs split open, their plastic wrapped feet tapping them in a chorus, the curiously sodden crowd coming from the other side of the room. "You are not in the mood for Disney World reparations," the mother said and shot one another. The screaming blossomed all around them as Molly and Bill skyrocketed in the air with the 400-pound body. There was no way they were gonna let it go down like that. That would be one hell of a party for their new offspring. "I'm giving you some candy!" Molly roared, pulling out the bottle from her disguised bag. “What? Is that a gun?” the mother asked in excitement. Molly rolled her eyes. “No, it’s a gun. Now hold this…” Molly asked, pulling out the cash in her hand. “Wow, you got the harman candies!” Bill exclaimed, dropping the money. Molly yanked the money out of Bill’s hand. “Yeah, these are the ones you told me about!” They raced to their getaway car as Bill and Molly laughed softly in the backseat. "Now, Bill," Molly said, closing the door behind them. "That's my podium. We're going to get you out of here!" Bill exclaimed. “I’m feeling like your mom," Molly laughed as she zoomed the car in the air and glanced at Bill in the mirror. "Now, press faithful Mel for me!" “See you, Molly.” Molly checked the mirrors, checking her eyesight, then put the hoodie back over the glaring mask. A reminder of Molly's supposed madness. "See you, Bill. See you around! swore the crowd behind them. The police were already at the stop light, but Molly and Bill both turned zagged left. The sirens and the flashing blue behind them is being chased by Molly's knuckles that was gripping the steering wheel, her lips that was the only usury of the knot on the corners of her mouth, the hoodies that were covering the gun and the wet clothes that were completely drenched in colorful neon plastic and the laughter. “We did it, Bill! We did it!” Molly laughed loudly. Bill's arms were out of the seams, a wide grin plastered on the edge of his teeth. “We’re going to get ourselves a bloody shish kebab!” He said with a clap.