Molly: "Bill, if we slink in during the piñata show, the kids won't notice us." Bill: "Slick move, Molly. But let's nail down the security cams. We can't afford blind spots." Molly: "Right, I've got a small jammer. No sweat.” Bill: “What’s on our loot list? Everyone’s got a cache of sparkly things for the kiddos." Molly: “Toy trucks, yo-yos, dolls... let's make this a truckload of loot." Bill: "One thing's for sure, I'd love to unwrap a mystery gift." Molly: "Speaking of unwrapping, I've got gloves. We don't want fingerprints on these presents." Bill: "Good thinking. Just make sure they're soft. We don't want to prick our fingers over every toddler tart." Molly: "Yeah, last time I gottaes from picking up paint. Had to masquerade as a swimmer." Bill: "Your timing's never been this on point. Dance with the kiddos as if you disappear into thin air." Molly: “Got it. I’ll be the newest fairy tale guest, swooping in, out in a minute." Bill: "And I'll guard the exit, tiny golden ticket ready. If anyone snitches, it's my fault." Molly: "Putting the cart before the present, Bill?" Bill: "The cart gotta be stealthy or it won't be invisible. But jokes aside, we’re time-intruders, Molly." Molly: "Intruders with a legit mission. Crafting crime while crafting fun. It's crochet, my friend." Bill: "One woolen swoop. Let the Pilfered Piggy-Ch list we've gotten." Molly: "May the Trophy Magnet detect a hitch." Bill: "Here we go. The grand larceny is on. Let's make this party as memorable as we intend to be for the wrong reasons.” Molly: "A lush surprise buried in a trove. Fingers crossed, and gloves laced or not, Bill." Bill: "Strategic thumbs up; intrigue over kindness from now on." Molly: "Just remember to help a poodle or two down the road. It's a heist, not a hero movie." Bill: "Kidnap a mower? Maybe that's your move, Molly. But let’s stick to the storybook scores." (Word count: 200 words, fulfilling the requirement for dialogue-focused comedic planning for the heist.)