"Bill, you’ve gotta be kidding me. A children's party?" "Molly, think about it. Who's gonna suspect two grown-ups crashing a kiddie bash for loot? It's genius." "Genius? It's insane. And how do you propose we blend in? You look like a failed magician." "Hey, this top hat is vintage. And my cape—" "Cape? Bill, we're not going to a Renaissance Faire. We're stealing presents." "Okay, okay. No cape. But you better come up with something equally sneaky. What are you thinking?" "Well, first of all, we need costumes. I'll go as a clown. Everyone loves clowns." "Everyone loves clowns? You've clearly never seen a horror movie." "Fine, Mr. Negative, what’s your brilliant idea?" "Pirates. Kids love pirates. I'll get an eyepatch and a fake parrot. You can wear a bandana and carry a treasure map." "A treasure map? Wow, implying we're there to find the presents. Real subtle, Bill." "Do you have a better plan, Miss Clown?" "Alright, pirates it is. But we can't just walk in. We need a distraction, something that'll allow us to grab the loot unnoticed." "Easy. I'll challenge the birthday kid to a treasure hunt. That'll keep everyone busy." "And while they're hunting, we raid the stash. I like it. But where do we stash the presents?" "I've got an old chest. We put the presents in there, and if anyone asks, we say it's part of the pirate theme." "Now you're thinking! But how do we get all the presents into the chest without raising eyebrows?" "We'll stage a game where the kids 'donate' their presents to Captain Bill and First Mate Molly. They'll actually think it's fun." "Or they'll think it's absurd and kick us out." "Optimism, Molly! Besides, we'll have candy as a bribe." "Hah, cause nothing says trustworthy adult like handing out sugar." "That’s the spirit! Now, what about the cake?" "What about it?" "After we grab the presents, we make a quick exit when they cut the cake. Everyone will be too busy to notice us slipping out." "Fine, but you’re in charge of the exit. If we get caught, it’s on you." "Trust me, no one will suspect a thing. Just smile and say 'Arr!'" "This plan is so crazy, it might actually work. What’s our backup if things go south?" "Plan B? We improvise. Maybe pretend to be hired performers?" "And if that fails? Sprint and hope for the best?" "Exactly." "Bill, you're ridiculous.” "Ridiculously brilliant." "Or just ridiculous." "Okay, meet me tomorrow morning. We'll finalize everything. And don't forget to practice your pirate accent." "Aye, aye, Captain. But if we get caught and end up swabbing poop decks in jail, I’m blaming you." "Molly, trust me, it’ll be smooth sailing." "Famous last words, Bill. Famous last words."