Molly: "Alright, Bill, let's get down to business. We have a golden opportunity at this kid's party next Saturday." Bill: "You talking money grabbing, or are we here for the joy of the game?" Molly: "Both, my dear funny-faced Jack. But hear me this, it's all about the presents. They're just sitting pretty on tables. Low hanging fruit, if you catch my drift." Bill: "You're not forgetting the surveillance, are you? Cameras, alarms, you name it. This rat trap won't be ours to chew on." Molly: "Never fear! I've got the newest tech – a tiny drone that can jam the signals. Plus, I'm whispering polite conversation to disguise our antics." Bill: "Molly, whispers to toddlers not asking for cars or those mindless electronic gadgets... I say leave my Dylan immune to your charms." Molly: "A little fun is good for the soul, dear Bill. Besides, we're thieves, not saints. And I'm certain we'll find our joy twirling in a plush toy or two." Bill: "Plush toys, schmush toys. I see dolls, games, load the boat! Now let's sketch this layout. Corner table, center table, the final corner—absolutely ours for the taking." Molly: "Here's the rundown. I'll hit the center table; it's a treasure chest of loot. You handle the corners. And remember, timing is everything. Half past five, they'll be munching on cake—perfect!" Bill: "Right on. Let's split up. You charm the first wave of unknowing kids. I'll nab those corner babies. We meet at thirteen—there's code for our exit route." Molly: "It's a heist for champions! But one toy tug doesn't justify our methods, do we now, Bill?" Bill: "As long as those toys are ours and we've got our stash without a horrific tale to tell, I say it's all for the greater good!" As Molly and Bill prepare for their unlikely caper, the morning blooms with all the promise of childlike innocence, unaware that their festive table will soon be the stage for an adult heist of exceptional peculiarity. (End of prose 500 words scene)