Molly: "So Bill, what's the plan? We're essentially babysitting while we're stealing, right?" Bill: "You've got it, sis. We've got to blend in. Parents will be drunk on punch, grandparents will be busy reminiscing, and the kids, well, they'll just think we're there to entertain them. We'll be like rabbits at a hare contest." Molly: "Smooth. And how do we get those presents out? Big baggy coats? Diaper bags? A giant, inflatable dinosaur?" Bill: "Glad you mentioned that. I've brought with me the 'Gift-A-Saurus,' a hollow dinosaur filled with compartments for all their loot. It'll be the perfect disguise to haul our booty." Molly: "Brilliant! What about the kid's entertainer? He can't be around while we work. I've got the clown makeup on—how about you distract him?" Bill: "No problem, I'm the gaffer. I'm talking liquor and a few too many playful advances under the mistletoe." Molly: "You never change. What about the actual door in? Any ideas for a good disguise there?" Bill: "I've got us matching balloon costumes. At the crack of the party's peak, we'll scarf some punch, then float in, literally, as decor. No one will question our entry, and the party will just love balloons." Molly: "You're right, a sea of red balloons for Santa, it's a classic. I still can't believe we're stealing presents at a kid's party though. Aren't we being a bit too... Grinchy?" Bill: "Oh come on, these presents aren't for the kids, they're for the parents—or their gift-giving ego, at least. And when we're done, we'll pay for an even better party, complete with clowns and stuff. Only better." Molly: "You always had a heart of gold, Bill. Alright, let's get that Gift-A-Saurus inflated. Stealing never felt this jolly." Bill: "Well, merry theft to you too, Molly. Let's do this, one last hoorah to mark the season." The two thieves share a conspiratorial grin before slipping into the venue, ready to execute their multi-faceted, seasonally-themed caper.