In the dimly lit back alley behind the vibrant children's party, Molly and Bill huddled in their raincoats, the damp air nipping at their noses. Molly: "Alright, Bill, let's finalize this. You're gonna be the distraction, right?" Bill: "Yeah, yeah. I'll blow up the pinwheel, make a scene. Meanwhile, you slip in, snag the presents, and slip out." Molly: "And how do you plan on blowing up a pinwheel? You're not exactly a magician, Bill." Bill: "Leave that to me. I've got a miniature fire extinguisher in my pocket. I'll just give the pinwheel a little... accelerant. It'll be a spectacular show." Molly: "You're going to set fire to a pinwheel at a kid's party? Are you insane?" Bill: "Well, I could also give it a good kick and hope it catches on the candles. But yeah, the fire extinguisher has more... oomph." Molly: "Oomph? Bill, we're stealing from a party, not planning a terrorist attack. You want to keep it simple and safe." Bill: "Safe? Since when are you the safety queen?" Molly: "Since we stopped spiking milkshakes with laxatives. Now that I'm the brains of the operation, I say we stick to the plan." Bill: "Fine, fine. I'll just kick the pinwheel. But what if it doesn't catch fire?" Molly: "Then you'll just kick it again. And again. Until it does. The point is, you're making a commotion, drawing attention away from me." Bill: "And what are you doing while I'm busy kicking a pinwheel?" Molly: "I'll be busy stealing presents. I've got the bag ready, I'm just gonna hop over the fence, snatch the presents, and hop back out." Bill: "And what if someone sees you?" Molly: "Then I'll scream like a girl. It's a party, Bill. Everyone's screaming. We'll blend right in." Bill: "As long as you remember to take the presents out of the bags before you leave. The last thing we need is a bunch of wrapped turds." Molly: "Ew, Bill. You're a class act."