Molly adjusted her bright pink wig, examining her reflection in the rearview mirror of their van. The sequined tiara was a nice touch, she thought, adding a touch of authentic princess flair to her disguise. She gave herself a saucy wink, and Bill raised an eyebrow from the driver's seat. "What?" she asked, her voice innocent. "You look ridiculous," he said dryly. "Ridiculous is the whole point," she retorted, rummaging through the glove compartment for the fake mustache she'd fashioned herself. Bill sighed as she applied it with a flourish. "Do we really need to go full method for this job?" he asked. Molly nodded vigorously, the mustache bobbing up and down on her upper lip. "We're not just stealing presents, Bill. We're infiltrating a mini-society. We need to blend in." "And the mustache blends in with the princess costume how?" Molly gave him a withering look. "It's a unibrow, Bill. Very on trend for royal circles these days." Bill shook his head, putting the van in gear. "Let's get this over with."