Bill: "So, Molly, say, we've got the perfect opportunity at little Jimmy's 5th-birthday bash." Molly: "Yes, that's where we strike. No one expects thieves at a kid's party. Plus, all those presents are gold dust." Bill: "Agreed. Do you have the map of the party garden?" Molly: "I've got it right here. Follow me to the oak tree. We'll climb up." Molly does a juggling act with her action figures, coincidentally aimed at distracting the children. Bill: "While the kids are mesmerized, I'll slip past the buffet table. Molly, you're handling the dollhouse? It's practically open now with the flashlight games." Molly: "Juggler's arts up. Once those collective 'ooohs' and 'ahhs' die down, I snag the dollhouse. No need to rip planks—they're flimsy." Bill, feigning surprise: "You've got a plan down to the minutiae!" Molly, concealing the blueprint under her napkin: "Details for details. Especially minor ones involving surprise presents under the Christmas tree and chocolate fountains." Bill: "Chocolate fountain's the kicker. That charger's pure copper and hiding in plain sight. Maybe leave a placeholder. We'll rewire our own effect." Molly grins, sneaking her pet duck behind a cushion: "Smart as a whip. My clueless Cousin Jess always bothered with visibility." Bill: "Keep visible. Near the back door. Easier exit and escape plan. And you take the animatronic dinosaur, right? It swings open for 'watching.'" Molly: "Right behind your butt. The opener's a sneaky tail, see? Has a hidden razor in the tail feather." Bill reads the faded script on the dinosaur's arm with a twirl: "If the tail's due west, she'll flip open neatly—no tripping involved. Prepare the blackouts; I contacted Johnny 'The Lightning' from the phone." Molly, charmingly magnetic: "Lucy says we'll be early or we don't come at all. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?" Slyly, Molly tucks a fluffy white hat under her arm - a symbol of her gentle guile. Bill nods, pausing the mock band practice with a tambourine: "Absolutely. Teamwork's not just about the heist, but the after-party cleanup—leaving no trace but joy, only justice." They share a conspiratorial eye roll, the blueprint fluttering between them like a top. Today, "just the joy and bursting bubbles" means little more than potential filched gizmos in their bank vault.