The sun beat down on the crowded children's party, the smell of sugary treats and sunscreen hanging heavy in the air. Molly and Bill, masked and dressed in colorful wigs, crouched behind a nearby inflatable bounce house, scanning the scene for vulnerabilities. "It's a kid's party," Bill whispered, "I'm sure there's somewhere to hide a stash of presents. A mom's gotta keep the little rugrats entertained, right?" "Unless they're just buying this as an excuse to drink a whole bottle of sparkling cider," Molly muttered, eyes scanning the tables. "Not exactly a holy war," Bill chuckled. "I found the storage room. Jackpot. It's got a display case, plus crates labeled 'RECESS SOCKS.'" Molly's eyes widened. "Sweet. Think we can crack this display case without some sad kid waking up and screaming?" "We'll need some creative hack work," Bill said, tucking a stray strand of his wig behind his ear. "Oh, I know. I'll just tell you the plan, and you whistle a little tune while I work my magic." "Ugh, fine. What's the plan?" "A hand-tooled defibrillator disguised as a Pin the Tail on the Donkey game piece," Bill said calmly, pulling a device from his breast pocket. "I refined it myself. I'm like a real-life phoenix from the ashes, minus the no-dying-part."