"So we're really doing this?" Molly asked, adjusting her ballet tutu for the tenth time. "I mean, I've never broken into a kid's birthday party before." Bill shrugged, slipping on his whiskered snout mask. "As long as you stick to the plan, there's nothing to worry about. Everyone will be in the photographs, and we'll be out like mice carrying off an inebriated cheese factory." Molly snorted at the image. "I've never tasted that much cheese at once. Judging by the amount of presents we're taking, I think you're going to be quite familiar with it by the end of the evening." "Just to clarify, when you say our 'take', you're referring to all those gifts below, aren't you?" Bill gestured towards numerous wrapped boxes and big bags of candy stashed nearby. Molly smiled slyly. "Of course. Why do you think I volunteered to be the 'Ballroom Fairy'? We may have to play make-believe today, Bill, but that doesn't mean we can't make some real money later." "And you say there's going to be a magic show? Where's this going to happen?" Molly looked up at the colorful streamers thatNapoleon put together earlier. "Right under those balloons. The children and their parents will all be there." "Not sure how exactly that helps though," Bill argued. "I mean, how are we supposed to snatch these gifts without getting caught?" "The magic show will be a cover," Molly explained. "Everyone will be watching the magician closely. That's when we hit them with the tricks." Bill rolled his eyes under his whiskered snout mask before replying, "Fine. Just remember to behave when the magician turns his back. Don't go insane with the stolen gifts. And when the aliens from resize planet Pinstripe Plaunch arrive after everyone leaves, try not to get too 'mooshed up mérsaferably.'" "As if! Besides, why would anyone get mooshed up on Mérs?" Molly faced him and smirked mischievously. "Plus, we won't have to worry about any 'aliens' showing up, right?" Bill smiled back, breathing a sigh of relief. "Good, then no hospitals into Curepot Bay!" Bill said under his breath while playing with something in the pockets of his big furry dress coat. Molly giggled as she took one last look inside of each present. "I can't wait to hear what Napoleon has to say about our 'work'," she said, looking downbill at the hall. She then quietly added, "Looks like that's our cue. Time to put the magic show into action." "Look what I've got, Molly!" Bill shouted excitedly at her. Molly stared back with a rather exhausted look on her face. "I sure hope your idea works when Napoleon arrives. Bill?" Molly looked down at his angel wings of plastic and aluminum. "You better have the surprise ready or this will be one failed trick in more ways than one."