"Molly: Okay, Bill, remember, stealth is our main code. Kids' parties are chaotic, but it's perfect—piles of presents! Bill: Right. We hit at twelve. The parents are still blissfully unaware. I'll play Santa. Molly: Got it. I'll be a clown—a floating, deflating clown. Non-threatening. Bill: Ha, classic. Now, if we just distract them with balloons… Molly: Swoon. I'll make them think they're in a circus. But hey, what about the dog? It comes out at parties. Bill: Deploy, Sparky. You distract with fetch, I'll time my sneak out. Molly: Snickers, two dogs won't budge. But the kids will be entranced. Bill: And there's the exit strategy. The backyard door's a sliding glass pane. Molly: Slide glass, slide. Remember, we've slept on mirror shards. Bill: No ice this time, my clown friend. Bye, Molly. Molly: Bye. This is going to be legendary—clown and Sparky stolen presents. Huzzah!" (Fade out as they begin their comical and cheeky plan to plunder the party with laughter and floppy shoes.)