Molly: "This is our chance, Bill. All those kids focused on presents, guards drooling over cake. Easy pickings!" Bill: ( choisling) "Aye, but those wee bastages can be mighty unalmate at times." Molly: "Quit being a wuss. We'll be in and out before they even break into the piñata." Bill: "With yer elaborate disguises and trusty crowbar?" Molly: "Exactly. I'll be Princess Froo Froo, you be Mr. Sillyhead. Kids will be too sugared up to know what's what." Bill: "And if they catch us? Jail time's a right wicked place for an old crook like me." Molly: "Then chew a hole in the birthday cake on your way out, and we'll make a clean getaway." Bill: "Christ woman, how'd I get roped into partnering with the likes of you?" Molly: "Because I'm the only mook dumb enough to put up with your sorry mug, Bill. Now slit that vent so we can party crash in style."