Molly: "How do you suppose we're gonna pull this off, Bill?" Bill: "Ha! Child's play, no pun intended. We just need to blend in with the clowns, err, I mean, the other partygoers. We'll be in and out before they can say, 'Gimme that Barbie!'" Molly: "The places I end up for some overpriced plastic crap. Fine, so we're what, guests of the birthday kid? And what's our cover story?" Bill: "We're the long-lost, um, 'national aunt and uncle' from Great Aunt Hilda's side. Herschel and... Dolores. There's no way they'll question us." Molly: "Sure, because folks love strangers at kids' parties. Anyways, what's the plan once we're inside?" Bill: "Well, Dede, we mingle to scope out the presents. They're probably piled up like treasures in a pirate's cove, just begging to be plundered." Molly: "And then?" Bill: "When the cake's being lit, that's our distraction. We'll make a dash for the loot, stuff 'em in our big ol' 'gift bags' and skedaddle before anyone's the wiser." Molly: "And if something goes wrong?" Bill: "We improvise, Ginger. We do what we do best: play it cool and think on our feet. We've ditched the fuzz in tighter spots than a bouncy castle!" [Setting: