Molly: All right, Bill, here’s the plan—unicorn hats on, gummy worms in your pocket, and nobody suspects a thing. Bill: You actually want me to put gummy worms in my pocket? They’ll melt! Molly: Not if your pockets are lined with tinfoil. Bill: Oh, right. Because carrying tinfoil doesn’t scream “I’m a criminal.” Molly: No, it screams “I’m prepared for snacks.” Focus! Bill: Fine. Unicorn hats, tinfoil-lined pockets, walk in like we’re invited. Molly: Absolutely. Head straight for the bouncy castle, act winded, and make the kids laugh. Bill: What about Felicia? She’s six and tried to bite me last time. Molly: Wear gloves. I told you. Gloves are critical. Bill: Got it. Gloves. So, after the bouncy castle? Molly: I’ll start the “Pin the Tail on the Donkey” game as a distraction. You slide the foil-wrapped presents into our loot sack. Bill: Wait, is it suspicious if I’m carrying a loot sack? Molly: Not if you call it a “gift bag.” Bill: And if anyone asks why the bag is rattling? Molly: Say it’s building blocks. Or a maraca. Or you’re musical. Bill: You have answers for everything. Molly: That’s why I’m the brains, Bill. Now grab your unicorn horn.