Molly adjusted her cat burglar suit, the sparkly fabric reflecting the fly lights of the suburban street. Bill, resplendent in a 'World's Okayest Gentleman' sash, checked the mini map one last time. "We should hit 'em while they're distracted," Molly said, skipping up the garden path. "Distracted?" Bill looked up from the plan, forehead furrowed. "How are we supposed to get past the party till the cake placement if it's only for thirty minutes?" Molly grinned. "Oh, come on, Bill. The cake will be their Achilles heel. Remember, sugar zombies of doom." Bill blinked. "You can't be serious. We can't be distracting a room full of three-year-olds on cake-induced COMATOSE." "Then come up with something better," Molly snapped. "Does it not remember that it's a CHILDS PARTY?" Molly vainly snatched Bill of arms, practically seizing onto his Pirate Control Button sleeve.