Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were decorated with glitter and unicorn stickers from the infamous craft store incident. She consulted the crayon-smeared blueprint, tracing a neon pink route from the bouncy castle to the gift table with a trembling hand. Bill sat beside her in the stolen ice cream truck, struggling into a mascot costume that smelled like old gym socks, despair, and yogurt from 1987. The elephant head kept slipping sideways, giving him the appearance of a depressed pachyderm contemplating terrible life choices and career paths. Bill scratched his trunk awkwardly. Outside, children shrieked with joy while a magician twisted balloon animals nearby. A parent eyed the truck suspiciously. Molly loaded her dart gun with tranquilizer darts labeled "NAPTIME", ensuring each shot would take down any parents guarding the LEGO sets. The stakes were high, but the pile of unwrapped presents glittered like pirate treasure in her mind. The elephant suit itched against her skin. "We're going in at 1400 hours," Molly whispered urgently. "Clown distracts." Bill grunted, his voice muffled by synthetic fur and regret. "Why the elephant?" "Because you panicked." "Pony was evil." Molly carefully secured the pouch while checking her watch again. "Banks lack cake."