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"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, tapping her fingers on the table. "We'll hit the party at 2:30 sharp. That's when they'll be playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey." Bill leaned back in his chair, eyeing her skeptically. "And how exactly do you plan on sneaking past a room full of sugar-fueled toddlers?" Molly smirked. "Easy. I'll distract them with my rendition of 'The Wheels on the Bus.' They'll be so mesmerized, they won't even notice you stuffing the presents into the getaway sack." Bill snorted. "Right, because nothing says 'undercover' like a grown man in a clown wig and polka-dot onesie." "Hey, it's a disguise. And it's comfy." Molly held up the outfit for inspection. "Plus, it has a built-in whoopee cushion for emergencies." Bill shook his head. "I still think we should've gone with the cookie decoy. Who can resist a plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip?" "Because then we'd have to share the loot, Bill. Think, man!" Molly rolled her eyes. "Now, you remember the signal? When I start singing 'Old MacDonald,' that means—" "Abort mission and run like hell," Bill finished, grinning. "Got it."