Molly adjusted her neon pink wig in the rearview mirror, ensuring the electric curls completely obscured her face. The suburban bungalow ahead was deceptively innocent, bedecked with balloons that bobbed like colorful sentries. She checked her watch. Three minutes until the sugar rush peaked. "You're sure the security is just a guy in a Barney costume?" she asked. Bill tightened his oversized clown shoes, his knees knocking together audibly. He looked like a tragic accident at a circus supply store. "Positive. But Molly, these kids are ruthless. Last week, little Timmy bit the mailman." "Worth it for fifty wrapped Xboxs." Molly applied greasepaint to her nose. "We go in during the piñata chaos. You distract with balloon animals while I crack the gift table." Bill paled visibly beneath his thick white foundation. "What if they ask me to make a giraffe? I only know dogs." "Then make a very tall dog." Molly handed him a burlap sack marked 'SWAG'. "Remember: no face paint smudging, no crying when they sing Happy Birthday off-key, and absolutely—" "—no taking the candy from the toddlers," Bill finished glumly. "I know. Professional standards." "Exactly." Molly pulled on her Groucho glasses and checked her elastic mustache. "Now smile. We're about to commit grand theft unicorn."