The fairy lights blinked cheerfully, mocking their intentions. Molly adjusted her oversized novelty glasses, the cheap plastic digging into her nose. “So, the plan is still a go, right? Operation: Sugar Rush Santa?” Bill, squeezed into a surprisingly tight bumblebee costume, grunted. “As a go as a toddler with a red crayon and a white sofa. You got eyes on the prize?” “Affirmative. The motherfucking pony-shaped piñata is the target. Rumor has it, it’s stuffed to the brim with contraband LEGOs and possibly a small, undiscovered nation of gummy worms.” “And the parents?” Bill whispered, wiggling his antennae suggestively. “Distracted. Apparently, little Timmy is attempting to teach the hamster to play the ukulele. We’ve got a twenty-minute window, tops. You handle the distraction, I’ll go for the prize.” “Distraction? Molly, I’m a bumblebee. My greatest talent is looking foolish and occasionally buzzing ominously. What kind of distraction are we talking?” “We’re talking ‘accidental’ stage dive into the bouncing castle, Bill. Make it memorable. For the kids. And the hamster.” “Right. Bumblebee to the rescue. Don’t forget the escape route. I can’t outrun a pack of sugar-crazed preschoolers in these wings.” “Just get the piñata, Bill. The rest is just gravy. Or, you know, sprinkles.”