Molly: "Alright, this is it, Bill. We swipe gifts from the healthiest alarm system—a kid's party." Bill: "Relax, we’ve got this. No one—babies, kids, or parents—hear us outside if we chill near the patio.” Molly: "Ha, genius. So, emergency exit plan? There’s just a roundabout and it goes uphill…” Bill: "Nice breakdown. Let's use that. Perfect car chase material. And our getaway? What?" Molly: "There’s the ’82 Skylark in the garage—cheap insurance. No rush lights, plus a baby can't spot it." Bill: "Perfect. Can you bring a dubstep playlist? I need some adrenaline." Molly: "Playlist ready. Oh! And those kidney-shaped cups? Unmarked containers will make them look like our own. Smart.” Bill: "That, plus we’ll place our jargon in napkins as apology notes. 'Sorry kids, we lost the tickets'... delayed poetic justice.” (They review their plan with a mix of dread and excitement. Molly, with a sly smile: "Last thing, carry that awkward silence, will you?" Bill: "It's all about that. Keeps you alive through the upgrades. Alright, this is insane but... absolutely hilarious.”) Molly: "To healthier alternative medicine or the thrill of the heist, here we stand.” Bill: "And laughs, that’s our best piece of stolen jewelry, right? Let's roll."