Molly: "So, Bill, we literally walk into a kid's birthday, right?" Bill: "Yes, Molly. It's all about timing. Everyone will have their eyes glued to Mr. Fuzzy Rabbit." Molly: "Mr. Fuzzy Rabbit, huh? I've got a fairy tale villain for you. Legend has it he's got treasures." Bill: "Potential gold, not just dollar bills; we're talking shiny stuff here…plush Tigers, limited-edition action figures." Molly: (smirking) "You're on! Just make sure we're invisible. Color-blind, silent, and silent-footed. No sticky fingers in this operation." Bill: "Understood. And gadgets - The Echo Caretaker will keep us under wraps. No eardrums will recognize our subtle taps." Molly: "Better rolls with a hacked iPod; we sync it with our grabbers. Hacked to perfection - discreet yet deadly." Bill: (chuckles) "You're full of tricks, Molly. So, when do we strike?" Molly: "When Santa gets here. None of those cute little elves eyeing us. Blend in until he's done his pirate tour." Bill: "I suppose fairy-tale time doesn’t count, does it? People don't take chances with ghosts." Molly: "Santa’s a bit of a ghost, Bill. And at midnight’s strike, our myths will turn into riches." Bill: "Invisible, silent, silent-footed, with phones in our hands. There's only one way to go, shall we raise the flag of adventure?" Molly: "Raise it, partner. Here's to stealing the crown jewels of childhood." Bill: "To stealth, and to hoards gathered from invisible hands." Molly: "Let's do this, Team Rabbit Wonderland." Bill: "Team Rabbit. Out." (They share a nod and proceed into the party, their mission poised on the precipice of comedy and chaos.)