Molly: "So, this grand plan to swipe all the kids' presents at the party is going smashingly, Bill. We got our clown suits, superhero capes, and our trusty sack?" Bill: "Forgot the sack. But clown suit and spandex—check. Look, Molly, there's gotta be an easier way. Take a bazooka, blow the door open, grab the goodies, leave. Spare us all this make-believe crap." Molly: "Dude, you're missing the point. What makes this gag great is the twist. We blend in, swipe a little bit at a time. They won't realize anything's gone till they're driving home. By then, it's game over." Bill: "Let's say the parents do clock us. You got your 'accidents' routine sorted?" Molly: "Yep, got the pie. And I'll have red nose slips to go with it. Speaking of, you'll be the strong and silent type, clowning around with all the scared kiddies." Bill: "Smooth. Only thing scarier than a clown is a masked hero, especially when they don't say boo." Molly: "True. And here's where it gets better. We'll have baloons... loaded. They'll float up above the ceiling, go undetected, and we can retrieve 'em later. Genius, huh?" Bill: "Sounds like a kid's fever dream, but I'll bite. Just make sure not to poke any eyes or balloons. Last thing we need is blood on the carpet." Molly: "Noted. And who could forget the pièce de résistance? While they're all distracted, I'll commandeer the bouncy castle, and off it goes... straight to the van." Bill: "Now that's when we'll really panick 'em! You'll stick the landing, though? No sprained ankles." Molly: "Don't worry, Bills. I'm bouncing on a cloud, oblivious to the spoils already carried back to the getaway ride." Bill: "Alright then, sweet cheeks. Let's clown around for some big kid grief and cash in later." Molly: "Clock's ticking, Bill. Get suited up, and I'll meet you at the curb. Move fast, and 'cause no fuss." Bill: "So I'll be the yin to your yang, while stealing like bees to honey. Get it done, Molly." Molly: "You know it, Bill. Now let's knock this playdate sideways!"