Bill pressed a hand to his forehead. "Okay, first problem: how are we getting into this party without blowing our covers?" Molly shrugged. "I have a plan. You dress up as a clown." Bill shot her a side-eye. "No freaken way." She rolled her eyes. "It'll be easy. Paint your face, put on a puffy suit. No one would suspect a clown. I'll be Wonder Woman." Bill sighed. "I guess that makes sense. But why steal these kids' presents anyway?" Molly waggled a paintbrush in his face. "Because the parents are rich and lazy. They'll never notice a present gone when there's so many. And we'll score like a million dollars worth of toys for our assault on Christmas. Merry Christmas, Batman." Bill shook his head, but cracked a smile. "Looks like I'm about to have a clown crisis," he muttered as he dipped a brush into a jar of fright wig glue.