Molly glanced around the alley, checking for any prying eyes. "You sure this is the place, Bill?" Bill checked the address scrawled on the crumpled beer label. "Yup, this is it. 32 Gilligan Street." Molly shook her head. "You know, most felons have better Maps than a fucking beer label." Bill shrugged. "Escaped convicts aren't exactly rolling in iPhones." Molly sighed and tugged on her pink wig. "Right, and let's not forget, we're not most felons. We're the masterminds with a Mothers Against Drunk Driving caper tonight." Bill chuckled and slipped on his clown nose, straightening the rainbow wig. "Gotta love a classic disguise." "Ready to blow this popsicle stand then?" Molly asked, readying the lockpicks. Bill grinned. "Always. Let's steel these presents!"