Molly: "Alright, Bill, remember our funny plan. We stick to the party soiree 'Operation Santa Swap-Out.'" Bill: "Santa in a costume? Dad would be stunned to hear that." Molly: "Absolutely, but with the right tricks, we'll turn him back into Santa before he figures out anything's wrong." Bill: "So, where's the lawnmower garage where we hid Dad's keys?" Molly: "Easy! It's this morning, just by the doghouse, underneath the maple with Mike's gigantic footprints. We'll open 'The Happiest Place on Earth'!" Bill: "Ah, what code word will I use to signal you when it's time to reveal my 'elf'?" Molly: "The one and only. 'Merry-go-round hiccup'." Bill: "Got it. This lawn's gonna look like Hogwarts' gardens next!" Molly: "Don't forget, smoke bomb in the oven by Mr. Pickles' quiet moments, duh!" Bill: "Like that aunt said, ‘Every biggest scheme starts with a tiny spark.’ Our spark setting off the explosion of joy, Bob would think his plotting was all in good fun." Molly: "I'm just jabbing the nagging thief in me saying, ‘Get ready for the biggest jolly jiffy!’ We make decorations first." Bill: "Decorations, huh? Just like setting traps, except... festooned with tinsel and lights.” Molly: "You're the wizard here, remember? A Santa suit with a precision dart could be quite the 'lucky star' to distract dad." Bill: "Dad thinks I’m a glittering giggle, but little Johnny will know Santa’s just a caped-crusader." Molly: "Right, Bill, sweet deception. And the golden jingle-bells will be the *perfect* diversion." Bill: "Are we talking jingle baubles or stealing the ones with actual jingles inside?” Molly: "Definitely the ornaments. Laugh riot, not baby tears! We freeze daddy's time, metaphorically, of course! No harm done - just great Christkindelsnacks for the whole gang." Bill: "Alright, Molly, you’re the pantomime ninja. I’ll be the squishy ahem... 'big bear stuff'." Molly: "Perfect. The night's our starry-eyed gala. Santa gets his peace, and we partake in child's helmets with quarters galore!" Bill: "I'll start slipping through the crabapple tree saplings. Remember, it's just a festive frolic, not 'theft-lings for all.'" Molly: "Tilt your moustache and strobe lights up, partner. It's not stannin', just Santa-flipping!" (As Bill and Molly ready themselves for their unconventional heist, laughter and the clinking of gold coins intertwine, an echo of Santa's whistle chiming with Santa’s suit.) _End Scene_