"We need to make sure we blend in with the party crowd," Molly said, adjusting her blonde wig and matching tutu. "I have a plan," Bill said, snapping a compact mirror into place on his forehead. "We pose as balloon animals. I'll be the giraffe, you can be the monkey." "Are you insane? What if I trip and fall on my face?" Molly asked, eyeing the ruffled sleeves of the pink sweatshirt Bill was wearing. "Just remember, it's supposed to be a kids' party," Bill said, grinning at his reflection. "They're expecting to see a bunch of overpriced balloon animals making silly faces. No one's going to notice we're hauling off stacks of presents." "But what if they find us out?" Molly asked, tugging at the tutu strings. "We've got Plan B," Bill said, holding up a whoopee cushion. "If we get caught, we just pretend it's part of the act. 'Oh, sorry kids, our giraffe got a little gassy!'" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think that's going to cut it with the Birthday Boy's parents?" Bill smiled. "Hey, it's worth a shot."