**Molly**: Alright Bill, here’s the plan. We blend in, pretend we’re parents, and sneak out with the loot. **Bill**: You mean like a covert operation in a pink pony themed party? **Molly**: Exactly! So wear your dad jeans and practice your dad jokes. **Bill**: I was born for this. I got the cargo pants with a million pockets for maximum present smuggling. **Molly**: Don’t forget the festive sweater and that goofy smile that screams "proud parent." **Bill**: And then we pounce on the presents! **Molly**: Easy there, tiger! We strike only when everyone’s distracted by the cake cutting ceremony. **Bill**: Aah! Perfect diversion! I can already see us waltzing out with armfuls of wrapped joy. **Molly**: We'll need to synchronize our watches and maintain radio silence. **Bill**: Don’t forget our secret handshake before we split up to mingle with the crowd. **Molly**: Remember, Bill, stealth is the name of the game! **Bill**: Are you sure this plan is foolproof, Molly? **Molly**: It’s like taking candy from a baby, Bill... literally!