*Molly and Bill leaned against the back wall of the children's partyware aisle while they plotted their heist. Molly wore a bright red dress with black polka dots and fishnet stockings, while Bill dressed in a flammable puppy costume complete with a wagging tail and snuffling noises.* "So, run me through the plan again, Mol'?" *Bill asked, rubbing his nose anxiously.* "I don't know how many times I can endure sniffing glitter before I lose it." *Molly smirked.* "Simple. We're flapjack puppies, here to perform a dance number for the kids' party." *A tantrum to our left made us turn, and we saw Molly's twin dressed as a penguin fending off five giggling twins in matching lion outfits.* "Molly, Bill, I see you two!" *Psycho Molly cried out.* "Those presents belong to me now!" *She tore off her plastic penguin hat and threw it to the ground.* "I'll kill two birds with one stone and eat this infestation of kids while stealing their gifts! Wh-what do you- what are you looking for?" "Nothing Psy!” *Bill said quickly.* "Just... you know, experimenting with vegetarianism. This flame-retardant fabric is great, by the way." *Psycho mouthed "idiot" at Bill before returning to her vicious attacks on the children. Molly leaned against Bill to avoid accidentally meeting her twin's gaze.* "Sorry about either her or that. I hope none of the kids get hurt too badly, at least!" "Best not think about it," *Bill said, patting Molly on the back.* "That's what we're here for, right? To steal presents?" *Molly giggled.* "Oh, absolutely. Say, which party is this again?" *The child in the clown suit dropped her golden cupcake into Molly's arms. Molly held it like it was loaded, her mouth agape.* "Like I said before, aren't YOU that one who got the Magnificent zwölf plethora of gifts at the amphibious allergies? It's the same. Right-" "Thought were just gonna say "little girl, you forgot your magical cutlery based on addition." *Molly didn't joke.* "Sorry who?" "So here goes nothing." *Molly and Bill stared at each other with twelve eyes for a minute, taking in the awfulness that could soon come to pass. Molly dropped her plastic bag of stolen cosmetiques onto the ground. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the eight eyes and the razor blade began to look at Molly with urgency, waiting for her next line.* "Is that some kind of face situation?" *A chill sound of silence filled the air, then Bill spoke.* "Couldn't be." Molly gave an unbearable laugh in response. Bill started to edge away and her gaze. Molly knew what threatened him - his little girl was on the verge of some real sadistic fruit. "But!" *Bill exclaimed.* "We should probably get out of here before Psychotic Molly attacks." *Molly nodded in agreement.* "Smart move, Bill. Come on." *& #x200B;*