Molly adjusted her bright pink wig and fake smile as she surveyed the party area. "Okay, Bill, let's get down to business. We've got a job to do." Bill, dressed in a faded "World's Okayest Dad" t-shirt and jeans, nodded enthusiastically. "I've been practicing my 'it's-a me, Mario' impression for weeks, just in case we need to make a quick getaway." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Not necessary, Bill. We're not stealing the Mario Kart video game. Although, now that I think about it, that would be a great addition to our collection." Bill chuckled. "Priorities, Molly. We're here for the prizes." As they made their way through the party, Molly filled Bill in on the layout. "Okay, in the next room, there's a table full of craft tables. I've got my eyes on the ones with the glitter and hot glue. We can use those to, ah, 'accidentally' glue the presents to the wall." Bill snorted. "You're not even kidding about the glitter, are you?" Molly grinned mischievously. "I'm just getting started. And I heard the parents are having a DIY photo booth set up. I'm planning on photobombing a few photos with my own brand of 'art'. Bill shook his head, laughing. "You're going to get us caught for sure." "Hey, hey, I resent that. I'm a professional. Well, as professional as a thief can be when they're wearing a sparkly dress and a tiara." Molly struck a pose in her best diva voice. "I'm a master of disguise, a virtuoso of thievery, a ninja of presents!" As they reached the craft table, Molly began to carefully examine the glitter and hot glue sticks. Bill rummaged through the nearby toy box, producing a handful of candy and a whoopee cushion. "Ta-da!" he announced, plopping the whoopee cushion on Molly's backside. Molly shrieked as the whoopee cushion let out a loud farting sound. The party guests stared, confusion and horror etched on their faces. Molly shot Bill a withering look. "That was not the plan." Bill grinned sheepishly. "Hey, it's all part of the show. Now, let's get to work before we get caught." Molly rolled her eyes and continued to plot, "Right, let's glue these presents to the wall, Bill. And then we make our escape." As the night went on, Molly and Bill made off with a mountain of presents, glitter, and one very relieved and amused party host.