Molly: "Alright, Bill, this is it. The big moment. We time our heist with the piñata throwing. Loud noises, chaos, and ripe for the picking." Bill: "Molly, you sure about this? The parents, the security cameras—it's like warzones. Plus, cherry picking presents." Molly: "Charity! Those plush toys could really ease our debts. We'd be the Robin Hoods of Stuffville!" Bill: "Hoodies ain't got no fur. But, fine. I'll paint 'em. If the landlord catches us, we're not spreading compassion, we're grabbing toys." Molly: "Covert as ninjas, remember. I’ll wear a party hat. Big, floppy, easy to spot. But tear-off sides with pockets?" Bill: "Pass me the spare hats. Mine's getting too heavy. Okay, let's talk stealth. We hit the party at 7, right as the magic show—our window." Molly: "Doc Spin's throwing charts into the air for five minutes, right? Perfect timing. I’ll knock by pretending to dance under the 'will-it-come, won't-it-come' candle." Bill: "Your guise is solid. While you're spotted, I'll slip behind. Undetected. I’ll shimmy up to the gift table. They won't notice a thing." Molly: "But what if the librarian stops it? She's got sharp eyes. Call her 'Glassy'—she could audit us live." Bill: "I'll read the signs, Molly. The twitch, the stall. When it’s time, I dart. 'Glassy' will be nimble too. We got backup." Molly: "Backup? Don't you think we're enough, even without our colleagues sneezing at the art party?" Bill: (whispering to himself) "Molly's got a point. Plus, think about those toy robots, teeny-tiny with ham radio talent. Revolutionary potential!" Molly: "Steady now. When it's time, I scream. 'Whoosh!'—everyone's a dance, and Privy's freakin' out, 'Glassy slides on a railing!'" Bill: "Right. I'll go 'tiny. Freedom!' I'll pick the presents, two at a pop until I'm swapped back. Older sisters witnessing, what'll they do? Blame sibling rivalry." Molly: "Ha! Will 'Glassy' confess or yell? No gang of 'looking shiny but silent' can cover that stolen toy glint." Bill: "Final go. I swipe—just twirls with one and whispers 'From the tips of a star, I'm now yours.'" Molly: "Now a fanatic walks away, bells jingling. 'The kit-kat, the Jolly Ranchers!' They'll bicker over who grabbed the Savvy Scarecrow." Bill: "Seize one last package. We can't leave streaks here. Obliterate any possible trails." Molly: "Leaving with a jingle. There... now that's pure gold." Bill: "You never spooked the little monsters, Molly. The party breathes our peace." Molly: "And with a zip-top bag, the Toy Table of Terror is ours for the taking, no more 'happiness-snaffling rascals!'" Bill: "Yippee-ki-yay to our great Pilfering Boost. Before Curfew, we turn Stuffville upside down—then poof, we're gone." Molly: "Just kidding, we’re the first escapees with expressions. Even better—we'll be dancing under the starlight, side by side." Bill: "Just one more thing. Any of that neon-noodle sci-fi action will die in our hands." Molly: "Agreed. To Stuffville's stars, and our stars ain't takeable. Now, heist style, let's turn the tide!" (They exchange triumphant grins and join the kaleidoscope of partygoers, leaving their adventure and children's decorated duoles standing in defiance.) End of Scene.