**Scene** "Quiet, Bill!" Molly hissed, ducking behind a shrub. "Someone'll hear you." "Molly, we're in a park. It's not like the birthday boy's got spies hiding behind trees." "Don't be ridiculous," Molly snapped. "Of course he does. Who doesn't have spies at a children's party these days?" "Are you serious?" Bill groaned. "Look, let's just grab the presents and get out." "Not until I finish reciting my plan," Molly insisted. "Now, when we breach the pavilion, you'll grab the gifts while I distract the guests. I've prepared a special dance routine that'll knock their socks off." "Dancing? Molly, we're thieves, not entertainers." "We can be both, Bill! It's called multitasking." "Fine. But let's make it quick, okay? I don't want to end up in jail over some kid's tricycle." "Tricycle? Bill, haven't you heard? This party is for the son of the mayor. Imagine what he's getting!" "Alright, let's do it. But I'm telling you, Molly, if we get caught, I'm blaming your dance routine."