Molly: "You sure about this, Bill? Breaking into a kiddie party to swipe the loot? Doesn't that seem a bit low, even for us?" Bill: *Chuckles.* "Hey, I spend half my life conning filthy rich dudes. Stealing some brat's presents is practically a walk in the park." Molly: "I suppose that's one way to look at it. But what's the plan? We just walk in dressed as a couple of clowns and start filching teddy bears?" Bill: "Nah, much more subtle than that. We're going as entertainment, costume and all. You're the magician." Molly: "Me? I've never done magic tricks in my life! You seem the more 'animal' of the two of us." Bill: *Grins.* "Exact-ly. You're the magic pony, who magically appears out of my hat. Loses all the parents in the chaos, then we start shoving presents down our pants." Molly: *Sighs dramatically.* "You're a sculptor of the absurd, Bill. How do you even devise this nonsense?" Bill: *Puts an arm around her.* "I have a gift. Anyways, the real trick is the get-away. We'll perform our 'Illusion of Disappearing Cake', and while everyone else is looking for the cake - poof! - we're gone." Molly: "Bill, that's the least plausible thing I've ever heard. Even if we could pull it off, we'd be lucky not to get trampled by a herd of sugared up toddlers." Bill: "Feel the fear and do it anyway, right? We've always come out on top, haven't we?" Molly: *Pauses.* "I suppose so. It's not like I have a better idea. But you owe me big time for this one." Bill: "Deal. I'll buy you a dozen fancy drinks after. Now, how about we practice this magic pony 'appearing' thing?" Molly: "Honestly? I'd rather walk in there as clowns..." *They both laugh as Bill starts instructing Molly on stage illusions and practical disappearing acts.*