Molly and Bill sat huddled together in the dim light of the apartment's living room. Molly chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes flicking between the floor plan of the birthday party and Bill's face. "So, Bill, do you think we can actually pull this off?" Molly asked, flipping the blueprint over to study the back side. "Of course we can, Mol," Bill replied, his voice dripping with confidence. He stretched out on the couch, his long legs kicking the coffee table. "I mean, it's just a kid's party, for heaven's sake. What's the worst that could happen?" "The party's in a giant castle," Molly pointed out, tracing her finger along the blueprint. "Double story, outer walls, pump house, moat. If this isn't a kid's birthday party, I don't know what to call it." "Riiiiight," Bill drawled. "A mansion covered in turrets and garish party decorations. Sure. That doesn't sound like it would be difficult to bypass." "But it is being guarded," Molly deadpanned, pulling the floor plan back to study it. "What's the point in breaking into a place with no security?" Bill asked. "Not very realistic, is it?" "Exactly. They'll have at least three security guards," Molly continued. "And who knows how many cameras. Jeez, even I keep a spy cam in the hallway. You can be sure their upscale shindig is wired from top to bottom." "Of course it's wired, but knowing you, you'll be able to not only disable the system in minutes, you'll also wire your own mini-brain into their system that'll follow the guards around and make them wear tiny cheesy plastic hats," Bill joked. Molly scrunched her face up. "Excuse me? But that was actually an excellent idea!" Bill nodded and grinned. "I know, don't I always have the best ideas?" "Oh you do, but you didn't answer my question." Molly peered up at him over the edge of her glasses. "How can we get all of those presents out of there in one piece?" Bill grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. Then, his grin vanished as quickly as it had come. "I think you know, Molly. I think you know just as well as I do what we need to do." He patted his jacket, hidden beneath his black turtleneck sweatshirt. "It's in my pockets." Molly looked around frantically, warding off invisible threats with her eyes. "No. Definitely not. It's not a good idea. The kids, oh the poor innocent children!" Her hand twisted together in nervous anxiety. "No. Absolutely not." Bill stretched back out and gave his best violinist's pose, with one of his legs in the air and clasped dramatically to his chest. "I'll take a chance. You lead the way!" He beckoned with his arm. "Moll, darling, you pad the way, and I'll lead the sleigh!" "Which rhymes with way," Molly noted dryly. "Riiiiight." She sank back into the armchair and peered up at him. "I know it's not a good idea, and I'm going to regret this. You'd better not actually do this, or I'll never let you kiss me again. Or speak to you ever again. Because by 'never' I don't mean 'eternal things,' but I mean the next forty-eight hours, got it?" "No promises, but you'll be so surprised and happy that you won't remember the temporary absence of words," Bill quipped. "No, I'll definitely not be happy if you do this. I was a dancer, you know how much I love a tux—your modern dance would ruin me," Molly pointed out. "Art is art," Bill responded as he hopped to his feet. "And I would slay for you, any age." "I never said this would be easy on you, too. Besides, that would be a musical, not a tux. For some reason heroes always wear tuxes when they kill, don't ask me why, but if you have to kill, wear a tux. " Molly pulled herself up and stood in front of Bill, her small frame towering over his slouchy posture. "But you never said? Are you sure?" Bill flipped his hair back as he leaned in close, mimicking a thick, imaginary mustache on his upper lip. "Mais oui, Madame. I have many secrets up my sleeves," he whispered. "Even a hidden whistle." With a dramatic roll of his eyes, Molly sighed. Then she connected her lips to his and pulled him back down into the chair next to her. "I guess we can't both be perfect, now can we?" With a laugh, Bill leaned even closer, resting his chin on her shoulder as he studied her face more closely. "Sans dou-tee. La vie e-st un chan-sée." Without a moment's hesitation, he blew a playful whistle on her left earlobe to send her toppling backwards with a giggle. "C'est tout!"