Molly: *shifts uncomfortably on a folding chair as she watches Bill pour over the floor plan.* You know, I've got a bad feeling about this one. Bill: *glances up, amused.* Since when were you afraid of a bunch of sugar-hyped grade-schoolers? This'll be a cake walk. Literally! Molly: Yeah, well, this isn't a museum or bank vault, is it? There's gonna be screaming toddlers, drunk parents, clown...and probably a hell of a lot of sticky finger traps waiting for us. Bill: *puts up a poster of the layout on the door, starts pointing* Okay, here's how the cookie crumbles... We'll sneak in dressed as party favours. I'll be the obligatory balloon animal guy, you're the face painter... Molly: Sounding better by the second. Let me get this straight - we're infiltrating a child's party in full costume to pilfer presents packed with potentially hazardous toys from the grubby hands of unsupervised rugrats? Bill: If that's not a bad-a$$ mini-heist, I don't know what is! Kidding. Look, the party's here at 2pm sharp. So we- Molly: Engineered to the second by some hyper-organized stepmom, got it. But you're missing the real caper - who's gonna wolf down the cake when we're in costume? Bill: *thinks* Y'know, you're right. This demands a two-stage operation. Phase one - bide our time till they're knee-deep in cake and cheap soda. Phase two - shimmy up the chimney like Santa to hoist out a Titanium Sack of Swag on our way out. Molly: Well, I HATE to break it to you, but I have some serious concerns about the chimney climbing part. I've seen the fireplace at this place! More like an afterthought for posh couples. Bill: Truly, she sees through the thin veil of my plan. Alright, fine, we can opt for the traditional Fire Exit- 'cause if there's one thing I know, it's a filthy exit. But first, costumes - we gotta dart, I booked us a fitting at Party Fail, actually gonna get out of here quick b/c this is already giving me a headache even thinking about food poisonin' after cake & champagne. Molly: Abracadabra, we outta here! *Exit stage left, a tie-waisted balloon is hastily ejected across the room and bursts as they depart, leaving a flurry of cat litter in their wake.*