Molly fiddled with her bracelets, eyeing the scrap of paper in front of her. "So, the party's at 2:00 PM. Parents should be dropping their kids off around 1:30." Bill nodded. "That's right. Perfect time to move in. The host's name is Mrs. Indigo, and at least one of them drinks a snooze-a-lot potion." Molly's eyes lit up. "Yes, but which one? There can't be just one or the goody cops will smell it." "Got photos." Bill rifled through his bag, pulling out a stack of mug shots. "Mrs. Indigo, Silverstitch, and Indigo—don't say the magic name." He handed a photo to Molly. "This is Sandpiper Indigo, and he's for sure taking it." Molly examined the lanky man with cereal stains on his shirt. "Got to be it, he looks like he'd be downing that stuff by the vial." Bill grinned. "So, we strike in, unmolested till the snooze-a-lots kick in. Who has a kid?" Molly raised her hand. "I do. Kelly never got over Santa sacks. You got the Plan B robot programmed?" "Never shifts from sandlot to sandbox, your kid will get into heaven on Christmas if you can't subvert this goal before then." Bill tossed a toy robot across the table. "Now twist the phone into rubber duck mode." Molly smirked as she examined the robot. "Alright, let's do this, Visoner. It's party-time!"