Molly: "Okay, Bill, let's be clear, this party's going to be a gold mine. I mean, think about it. Every kid brought two presents, and they ain't armed." Bill: "Right? Those little prats. Nobody would suspect us – we're just volunteers. We snag those gifts, frisk 'em for cool toys, make a quick escape. A clean heist, old sport." Molly: "Easy, Bill. We're part of the game, remember? Just seamless. I say we get a babysitter and slip in, everyone's too distracted for prying eyes." Bill: "Babysitter confirmed. Got a solid act, I'm sure. I'll distract the host's new puppy. Now that'll be a sight – Bill with a duck toy in one hand, suitcase in the other." Molly: "Best sequined lingerie moves in Vegas. As for us, we're sleuths of the playroom. If it ain't the fluent babbling of complaints from the parents, they won't hear us moving." Bill: "Seize the moment and the Marshall's birthday dictionary. It's the best 'tool' we can carry. Height, weight, and no value – makes it easily justifiable." Molly: "I'll handle the kids. They'll open presents faster than you can say 'oral inoculator.' Give us all the laughs from dinner time till bedtime." Bill: "Party's a go. Remember, shush, follow that playful chatter, sweet loot will smell sweet. Be funny, go large, evade big." Molly: "Agreed. And hey, after all, there's a party and a plan, nothing's too tight. Operation Gift Grabbers, let's roll." Bill: "I'm with you, Molly. Operation Gift Grabbers it is! Let's ensure this is the birthday our heist novel will be famous for."