Molly leaned against the diner counter, eyeing the menu like it was a blueprints to fort Knox. "Alright, let me get this straight. The party's at three, they'll be handing out swag to any kid who shows up with a cape, and we create a diversion by having Bill dress up as the Cookie Monster on the bounce house?" Bill nodded, adjusting his makeshift Cookie Monster ears. "Told you, it's foolproof. I've been practicing my 'ME WANT COOKIES' in the mirror and my gut's shredded from all the sneaking." Molly rolled her eyes. "You know the plan. Three o'clock, Bill, disguise, create chaos, we get in, grab the presents, and make off into the sunset. Simple." "The plan was perfect, Molly, until the part where you said I'd be wearing tights." Bill's voice rose in protest. Molly raised a manicured eyebrow. "It's a classic heist trope, Bill. Every good thief's had to wear some questionable attire. Besides, it's for the greater good – a child's birthday party is not the time for vanity." Bill huffed, "I guess you have a point, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it." Molly deadpanned, "That's the spirit, Bill. Now let's get over there before those sugar-fueled urchins ruin the whole operation."