Molly: You're sure this is the house, Bill? Bill: Positive. The fancy invites had an embossed address. Molly: And the presents? Bill: Stacked under the tree, like ripe fruit waiting for picking. Molly: Alright, let's review the plan. We sneak in during the chaos, grab the loot, and vanish without a trace. Bill: (laughs) Easier said than done with a house full of sugar-fueled kids. Molly: True, but it's a small price to pay for easy riches. Bill: Speaking of price, how did we end up robbing a children's party anyway? Molly: A desperate client, a generous payday, and your irresistible charm. Bill: Ah, flattery will get you everywhere. Molly: Focus, Bill! We're in position. Remember, blend in, act casual, and no funny business. Bill: (grinning) Who, me? I'm the epitome of seriousness. Molly: (sarcastically) Oh, absolutely. I feel much better now. Bill: (opens the gate, whispering) Here we go. Smile and wave, Molly. Molly: (whispering back) Fine, but if I end up wearing a party hat, I'm holding you responsible. Bill: (smirking) Deal. Now, let's make this heist a piece of cake... or a handful of candy. Molly and Bill complete their whispered exchange as they approach the bustling party, amateur thieves disguised among the guests, ready to steal Christmas in the most unexpected way.