Molly: "Alright, Bill, here's the deal. We hit the Littles' fest, swipe the presents, and make a quick, quiet getaway." Bill: "Can't argue with that, Molly. But we need a blueprint. Party location, guard schedules, backdoors – everything." Molly: "Got it. The Jones place, it's a riot of gold stars and glitter. The hosts will have their head in the clouds." Bill: "Agreed. I heard the Johnsons entertain between 2 and 4 PM. Best time to plant ourselves." Molly: "Perfect. Think we can dodge the big dog there, Rex?" Bill: "Rex's good, but he's stubborn. I'll muffle any noise down the grove. Heard about the old, rusted swing set?" Molly: "Yeah, it's just the ticket. But check this – Mrs. Thompson, she's a spy. Eyes like hawks when she's at her bird watcher's club. We can't have that." Bill: "No worries. I'll keep a tight line. I might use my new comfy slippers as diversion if Mrs. Thompson gets in the way." Molly: "Clever. But what about the presents, Bill? Money's not gonna buy the Berkeley ballet tickets and Grandma's antique brooch collection." Bill: "Check that. I've got a contact, Tommy. He's got access through his cousin at Littles' Market. We'll know the daily delivery times." Molly: "Lovely. But timing's key. We can't cause a scene. The kids will get yelled at, and we'll be squandered like salmon in a river." Bill: "Understood. We'll be as furtive as mice – a tantalizing tease, then we zip out." Molly: "We'll need our 'baby steps' plan, Bill. Like rehearsing for a ballet, you're stirring the house into a Beethoven symphony without dropping a feather." Bill: "To be added murmurs. One step on our toes, and two silent 'hey'. We'll be more eloquent than a love poem sung at dawn." Molly: "Just imagine the look on their parents' faces, clueless, when the gifts vanish. We'll be history dogs, leaving no earthly bone." Bill: "Mission is set, and the camp is staged. Molly, if we have to squirm that little gnome into the living room, you handle the ethics... it's a veiled Littles' party after all." Molly: "You're caddish, Bill, but a one-scene show's in order. Here’s to a heist that's lighter than a chorus of giggling dolls." Bill: "To triumph without a whisper, with a bow rather than a fist. Let's make the Littles' luminous." They nod at each other, unspoken trust tight between them, ready to turn the delicate afternoon into their own unforgettable adventure.