"Molly, this is genius, pure genius!" Bill whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, keep your voice down! We don't want the toddlers catching on," Molly hissed, scanning the chaotic scene of the children's party. "Right, right. But seriously, who would suspect us at a kiddie bash?" "Exactly. It's the last place anyone would look for a heist. But we need to be slick, in and out like a jackrabbit on a hot griddle." "Got it. So, we blend in, grab the goods, and vanish before anyone notices?" "Precisely. I'll distract them with a riveting rendition of 'The Itsy Bitsy Spider,' while you swoop in and swipe the presents." "Brilliant! And what if someone gets suspicious?" "We play it cool. If anyone asks, we're just overly enthusiastic godparents." "Ha! I can be enthusiastic. Watch this," Bill said, donning a party hat and blowing a noisemaker. "Shh! Bill, rein it in. We're not here to party." "Sorry, sorry. So, how do we make our exit?" "Easy. We'll have a 'parent emergency.' Classic move, nobody questions it." "And if the kids cry?" "We'll be long gone, and they'll have a mystery to solve. It's like we're giving them an adventure." "Molly, you think of everything. This is going to be the sweetest score ever!" "Just remember, no matter what, we don't steal the cake. That's a line even we don't cross." "Wouldn't dream of it. I have standards," Bill said with a wink. "Good. Now, let's get into position. The show's about to start, and we've got a date with some shiny new loot."