Molly: "So, Bill, we're hitting the kiddie bash, right? Steal all those shiny presents?" Bill: "Yeah, Molly, but think about it. Kids' party, sugar and spice, and everything... not so nice." Molly: "Oh, come on, Bill. It's a goldmine! Toys, gadgets, maybe even a diamond tiara or two." Bill: "But Molly, we're talking about tots, tiny terrors, and their ticked-off parents." Molly: "Bill, we're pros. We blend in, grab the goods, and ghost before the first tantrum." Bill: "Blend in? How? We're not exactly Barney and Friends." Molly: "Easy, we dress up. You be the clown, I'll be the fairy godmother." Bill: "A clown? I look more like a serial killer in makeup." Molly: "It's perfect! They'll be too scared to notice the presents vanishing." Bill: "And you, a fairy? You can't even fly a kite." Molly: "Details, Bill. I'll dazzle 'em with glitter, you distract with juggling." Bill: "Juggling? I can barely juggle my own life." Molly: "Practice on oranges. We've got till Saturday." Bill: "Saturday? That's when the chaos hits?" Molly: "Exactly. Let the good times roll, and the presents... stroll." Bill: "Alright, Molly. But if this goes south, I'm blaming the fairy." Molly: "Deal. And if it goes smooth, I'll let you keep the tiara." Bill: "A tiara? Now you're speaking my language."