Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped alleyway, breathing heavily as they pored over the party plan. "We can use the fake mustache one," Molly whispered, displaying her hand with the absurd prop. "It's 90s kid culture chic." Bill raised an eyebrow. "I'll set off the sound effect. I'll give a booming 'Who's ready for snowball fight?' to really sell it." Molly grinned mischievously. "I'll sneak up and start tossing candy canes like a villain. The kids will be gagging." Bill chuckled. "Good, because that's exactly what they need. More gagging. I'll swing in and snatch as many presents as I can carry while the party hyped." Molly nodded. "Perfect. The best part is, the mom will be distracted by the 'special guest's' snowball fight. It'll be like Christmas just got a whole lot crazier." As they finished rehearsing, a knock at the door broke the silence. Molly's eyes gave Bill a pleading look. "Shh, do you hear that?"