Molly: "Alright, Bill, time to whisper in the ears of our youngest friends here. Remember, we're not to cause a fuss." Bill: "It's like orchestrating a symphony, Molly. But don't let the kids hear about this—those Paw Patrols and SpongeBob surprises will be ours without a peep." Molly: "Exactly. First things first, we distract the nursery rhyme teacher by bringing in that bizarre, homemade popcorn machine." Bill: "And once they're busy with their 'popcorn' dreams, I'll slip into the playroom. There's more excitement in sneaking past a line of teddy bears than you'd think!" Molly: "I'll cover our tracks. While you take the plunge into the 'magical' gift bag central, I'll jam in extra lights to scare off any pesky critters." Bill: "Oh, looking forward to it. A haunted ghost bear in the vast land of stuffed animals will not be appeasing my fears." Molly: "The padre will be collecting the gifts, and under the guise of 'inspecting' the packages, she'll be our best ally." Bill: "Agreed. I'll slide my hands into that mountain of swaddled joy and make a quick descent. We're swimming in terrariums of innocence here—time to dive!" Molly: "I'll oversee the 'secure' nursery—the kindergarten dreams will be put on hold for a tick. As for you, don't squeak; they might think the shindig's going on." Bill: "No squeaking allowed! Got it. Your cave is Safe Monkey Ground. I'm Golden Goose, and it's go time." Molly: "Bill, quiet and swift. Let's grab these presents and leave a legacy of legendary thievery." Bill: "A legend in the making, indeed. Off we go, to history's repeated teeth-grin." Molly: "And when we're done, our benchwarmers can get back to reading about our future exploits in their 'encyclopedia of awesomeness.'" Bill: "A porridge for your solo thievery party, Molly. Now, let's outwit these youthful tycoons and see our faces on 'the FBI's newest list.'" Molly: "Funny, but I almost prefer being on the list than left out. Let's be swift, Bill." (They exit together, but as they step beyond the door, a tiny hand shakes it, and Molly smirks.) Molly: "Talk about an outlier—but hey, all's fair in fairyland, right?" Bill: "Talk about fairyland, indeed. To the dance floor—let's show these caper-hissing journalists a real performance." (Together, they enter into the party, fully prepared to execute their masterful caper, all unnoticed by the frolicking children and their joyful guardians.) Molly: "To the grand escapade, Bill! Keep your knee oiled, and let's make the most of this festivity's fortunate follies." Bill: "Onward, Molly! May these presents be a veritable vault of seasonal treasures." (With clever guises and subtle shenanigans, Molly and Bill weave through the party, their witty repartee driving the heist with confidence and a pinch of charm. Their faux celebration blends with genuine merriment, all eyes unseeing of the true piquant plot unfolding.) (End of Scene)