Molly adjusted her bright pink wig, fluffing out the synthetic curls. Bill gave her a practiced once-over, his eyes lingering on the neon green tights peeking out from beneath her homemade leotard. "Okay, dress rehearsal," Bill said, cartwheeling onto the makeshift obstacle course that was the playground. "Timing, agility, stealth – I'm impressed." "Thanks, Bill. You're not so bad yourself." Molly leapt onto the jungle gym, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of the partygoers. "We need to get in, grab the loot, and get out before the kid cave-in. What's the timeline looking like?" "Twenty minutes to max," Bill replied, sprinting down the slide. "The sugar rush is starting to wear off, and they're all distracted by the bounce house. It's chaos. Good stuff." Molly landed with a thud on the grass. "Presents are in boxes. We need to find the combination lock on that big box over there." She nodded towards a stool piled high with screaming kids and parental chaos. "Just look for the wobbly table and follow the sound of destruction." Bill crouched beside her. "And no, we can't stretch it out for a whole 20 minutes. I've got an intense sugar crash to deal with." Molly looked up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You think you can handle the aftermath of all that sugar? I, on the other hand, will be able to function at a 95% rate for the rest of the night." Bill raised an eyebrow. "That's impressive. I'm not sure even the adrenaline rush could spike that high."