Molly: "So, Bill, you sure this is the place? Looks like we're crashing a kid's birthday party." Bill: "Trust me, this is it. The big, blue house on the corner. We've got the right place." Molly: "How did we even get dragged into this? Stealing from a kid's party? This is a new low, even for us." Bill: "Hey, the client pays well, and it's not like the kids will miss these presents. They'll get new toys soon enough. Besides, it's not every day you get to be a kid again, sneaking around a playroom." Molly: "I guess. But if one of those little rugrats pulls my hair or tugs my dress, I'm blaming you." Bill: "Fair enough. Now, remember the plan. We wait for the parents to bring out the cake, that's our cue to move in. I'll create a distraction, and you grab the goods." Molly: "Got it. I still can't believe we're doing this. What kind of grinches steal from kids?" Bill: "The kind that don't want coal in their stockings this year. Now shush, here comes our moment. Let's make this quick and painless." Molly: "Painless for us, maybe. Those kids are in for a rude awakening. Oh well, happy birthday to us, I guess."