Molly studied the map of the backyard, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Okay, here's the plan. We go in through the back gate at 10 PM sharp, right as the clowns are finishing their final set." Bill, idly picking at his fingernails, glanced up. "Won't the kids be awake? Seems like poor timing." "Bill, think!" Molly smacked his arm. "The parents will likely be drunk off their wine coolers by then. Easy peasy." "Good point," Bill conceded. "Now, we need a disguise. Maybe nursery rhyme characters?" Bill nodded thoughtfully. "I could be Old King Cole, and you..." "A cooly dressed woman?" Molly suggested. "Uhh, sure. We'll be in the party favor bags faster than Humpty Dumpty fell off that wall."