Molly: "Alright, Bill, we've got one shot at this. No room for mistakes. Remember, timing is everything." Bill: "Yeah, I remember. Dinner's over, clown's on his phone, and presents are like pudding in a highchair – oh, so valuable." Molly: "Exactly. I've scoped out the place. See these gaps under the balcony door? Perfect for a gloved hand." Bill: "Mm, like filing cabinet drawer openings. But we'll need to be light on our feet. Not my style." Molly: "What's a rat's weakness but dizziness? If we hit the dance floor and pretend we're hot chicks, we'll avoid the party noses." Bill: "Hot chicks... never been good at the wiggle dance routine. I fumble more than a fish out of water." Molly: "It's showtime, Bill. Let's charm the fish. Can you mimic a catwalk nail-grab, or do I need to hire another dance pro?" Bill: "Honestly, my moves look more like a bull in a china shop. I could trip a