Molly hunched over the moldy pizza in the dingy slice joint, her eyes fixed on the violet-haired Barbie doll slumped on the face of the party venue's security schedule. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan – we get in through the service door at 3:14. I take point, grab the loot, and you cover my six." Bill poked at the pizza crust with a crusty breadstick, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Unless you can make me believe the ' six' thing doesn't sound like a superhero pose, I'm sticking with 'you get the presents, I watch the door'." Molly blinked for a beat, then shoved her hands up into the hood of her sweatshirt. "Fine, superhero pose or not, I do the Presents Gig, and we both get the opals and fully-loaded Nerf blasters. Just don't mess this up, 'Guardian of the Entryway'." Bill raised a vinyl finger at her, his forehead creasing. "Leafy greens tell the story, Molly – leave out the destinational disaster pixie evil rituals."