Molly, her face a mask of glee, adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses. "So, Bill, you're sure this party has nothing to do with the local police academy?" Bill, his eyes gleaming with mischief, shrugged. "I checked the invites. Just some small-town parents' group. We'll be in and out in minutes." Molly chuckled. "Always the optimist, Bill. But if the party's full of cops in training, we might need our own toy box." Bill grinned. "Or maybe we just steal the presents and use them to decorate our flat." Molly laughed. "That's not a bad idea. But we can't use the presents to start a business. We'll go undercover as kids and steal them off the floor." Bill nodded. "You're the mastermind, Molly. I'll handle the crowd." Molly grinned. "And I'll handle the presents. Let's get this show on the road." Bill checked his watch. "We've got five minutes before the party starts. Let's get ready." Molly slipped off her jacket, revealing a tight, black bodysuit. "You're not going to fit in this party without one of these." Bill, looking around, found a small, white outfit in a nearby bush. "Dressing up, huh?" Molly laughed. "Parental units would never expect their kids to wear this." Bill grinned. "Then let's give them a present they won't forget."