Molly adjusted the magnifying glass on her antique spyglasses, peering out at the bouncing castle emblazoned with the words "Happy Birthday, Timmy!" in glittering purple letters. Bill shifted uncomfortably beside her, his knit mask slipping down his forehead. They huddled behind a row of dumpsters in the alleyway, a few hundred feet from the children's party of the season. Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me that's the most you could get in terms of disguise?" Bill shrugged. "It was all they had in the costume shop. I thought the lavender was a nice touch." "Won't exactly blend in with the other clowns, will you?" Molly muttered. Bill shot her a look but remained silent. She turned her attention back to the party. A chorus of squeals erupted from inside the castle as the mini-train chugged around a bend, spewing foam bubbles everywhere. "Do you see the pile?" Bill asked. "Oh, it's there," Molly replied, her gaze locked on the pyramid of colorfully wrapped presents. "And I have a plan to get us to it." "Uh, what?" Bill hesitated. "You can't be serious." "Dead serious," Molly replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "We're going in as the birthday entertainment."