Molly paced the dimly lit motel room, brainstorming, while Bill lounged on a worn-out armchair. "We’ll strike at dusk, when they’re all hopped up on sugar," Molly declared. Bill raised an eyebrow. "You think two grown adults won’t look out of place at a kids’ party?" Molly smirked. "Ah, but we’ll blend in—I’ve got us costumes. You’ll be a giant purple dinosaur." Bill groaned. "Perfect. Just what I’ve always wanted." "I’ll be a fairy princess." "You’ve really given this some thought, haven’t you?" "Trust me, Bill, it’s going to be a piece of cake. We’ll sneak in, snatch the presents, and disappear like magic," Molly concluded with a mischievous grin. Bill shook his head in disbelief. "Well, let’s just hope this plan doesn’t end up being a comedy of errors."