Molly tugged at the zipper of her bright pink jumpsuit, groaning as it jammed again. "Stupid costume." Bill, already dressed in his matching fuzzy rabbit onesie, chuckled. "You're being a bit dramatic, Molls. It's just a party." "Just a party?" Molly shot back. "This is Operation Sugar Rush. We're hitting the most secure spot in the city: Crazee Cate's Kiddie Castle. Two hundred sugar-high five-year-olds, one heavily guarded piñata, and a mountain of presents. Easy peasy... unless we get caught. Then we're going to rot in a cell with 'I'm a little teapot' on repeat for the rest of our lives." Bill snorted. "And you're worried about a little zipper? We're pros, Molls. We've stolen from the mayor's mansion and snuck into the nuclear power plant's Christmas party. A few screaming kids and a cranky clown shouldn't rattle you." Molly glared at Bill's smug face, tugging harder on the zipper. "You try wearing heels and a fluffy tail for three hours and then tell me how you feel." "Fair point," Bill said, holding out a can of spray lubricant. "Here, let me help you out."