Molly: "Bill, we've got a lead on the biggest score of the century. The town's richest kid, little Timmy, turns eight today. His parents are throwing a party, and the presents are stacked high." Bill: "Molly, we can't just waltz in, grab the gifts, and walk away. We need a plan." Molly: "I've got a plan. We'll dress up as Santa's elves. The party's on the second floor, and the gifts are in the attic. We'll slip in, grab what we can, and out we go." Bill: "Molly, that's insane. The house is filled with kids. How do you expect us to blend in?" Molly: "You'll be left alone, Bill. I'll keep the kids entertained. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Bill: "And what about the parents? They're bound to notice something's off." Molly: "They'll be too busy with the cake and the presents. I'll make sure we're long gone before they even suspect a thing." Bill: "Molly, this is risky. What if something goes wrong?" Molly: "Then we'll improvise, Bill. That's what we do. Now, let's get to work. We've got presents to steal."