Molly adjusted the tiny lockpick set on her lap, a chipmunk's grin spreading across her face. "You sure about this?" Bill rubbed his hands together, eyes glinting with mischief. "Absolutely, Molly. This party's childless! No preschoolers running around to tip off Mrs. Henderson." Molly chuckled, eyeing the elaborate decorations through the glass window. "The more spinning, the better. No small toy tricks to get busted." "Agreed. But timing is key. It begins at ten, and we've two hours. Too slow, and their dog starts barking. Too fast, and the comms won't fail." "Here's the plan: Five minutes in, I'll get the canopy open with my electrical serpentine. It hugs the steel frame just right." Molly nodded, scribbling on her little notepad. "Leaving your snip at the corner. They use cheap stuff. Gone." Bill smirked, tossing a shake to Molly's helmeted head. "And you, sweetheart. Got your thingamabob with the suction feet. You're the unsung hero, quietly avoiding party mishaps along the way." "Like last time, when I almost tipped over and spilled the confetti?" Bill roared with laughter. "Hey, at least the kids can't accuse you of being a superhero in training!" "Only if we're clever about it," Molly insisted, already lining up her next move. "Disposal ability is my secret weapon. I can swallow this thing whole—all confetti and balloons." "You sure those are the right words, girl. Not 'consistent under-performer'?" Molly grinned. "Barely. But they trust me with the zip-lines between rooms. The literal 'soft touch' doesn't lie." "We're talking about a pirate treasure tonight, Molly. No jabbering about sidelines." "Understood. Now about the presents..." Molly arched an eyebrow, tucking the notepad away. Bill leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "They all have those little box-with-bell... eh, bells. Simple enough to snag. But, you hear me? Controlled chaos. No alarms triggered before we're out." "Alright, Captain Bill. I'll navigate the treasure. Your confections of electrical snakes and serpentine silence?" They shared knowing glances, two minds as one. "Plus, Molly, we've got to figure out a getaway that's more silent than a mouse in a library. You thinking flight, elusive car, or some steam-powered contraption?" "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, thief accomplice. First things first. Lead with the party poop." Molly whispered, her smile anything but a child's. Bill nodded with an indulgent smirk. "Party poop, for a daring feat of linguistic wizardry. Molly, let's do the unthinkable, just like we always do." Their stealthy eyes met, sneaking away to steel themselves for the caper ahead as another tick of the clock echoed in the charged silence between them. (This rewritten scene contains direct, written dialogue between the characters Molly and Bill as they plan their heist, consisting of about 380 words or roughly 50% of the 500-word mark.)