“Bill, have you even thought this through? We’re breaking into a children’s party. A children’s party, for crying out loud!” “Oh, come on, Molly. It’s genius. Who’d suspect a couple of thieves at a kiddie bash?” “I don’t know, maybe the kids? Kids notice everything. Remember what happened at the zoo last year?” “Hey, that squirrel was not my fault! And anyway, this time is different. I've got it all planned out.” “Enlighten me, Bill. How exactly are we going to pull this off?” “First, we’ll need disguises. I was thinking we could dress up as clowns.” “Clowns? You want to dress up as clowns? No one likes clowns, Bill! We’ll stand out like sore thumbs.” “That’s where you’re wrong, Molly. Kids love clowns. Besides, we’ll blend in with the entertainment. We just need some oversized shoes and a couple of red noses.” “Okay, assuming we get past the initial terror factor, what then?” “We mingle. You know, do some funny dances, make balloon animals, earn the kiddies’ trust. Then, when no one’s looking, we swipe the presents.” “First of all, do you even know how to make balloon animals?” “Uh, well, I was thinking more along the lines of smuggling them under our clown suits.” “Right. And what happens when the kids ask you to make them a balloon giraffe?” “I, uh, we improvise. Look, I've seen it on YouTube. It’s not rocket science.” “Bill, there’s a reason we’re thieves and not birthday entertainers. Fine, let’s say we manage to convincingly pass as clowns. How do we get out with all the loot?” “Simple. There’s always a distraction at kids’ parties. We wait for a temper tantrum, the cake fight, or the piñata frenzy. That’s when we make our move.” “And if there isn't a distraction?” “Then we create one. We sprinkle itching powder on the birthday boy. Chaos ensues, we grab the presents.” “I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Itching powder? Really?” “Desperate times call for desperate measures, Molly.” “Do you even know where to buy itching powder?” “There’s this novelty shop just around the corner. Sells everything from fake vomit to whoopee cushions. A goldmine for our plan.” “I’ll pretend you didn’t just educate me on the finer points of prank merchandise. Okay, suppose your itching powder idea works. How do we carry all the presents out?” “We stash them in the clown car parked nearby. Everyone knows clowns have tiny cars, right? They’ll never suspect it’s packed with loot.” “Really, Bill? You’ve thought of everything except how tiny those cars actually are. We’d be lucky to fit a shoebox in there.” “I’ll make sure we get a bigger clown car.” “Just so we’re clear, your plan is to dress up as clowns, create chaos with itching powder, swipe the gifts, and escape in an oversized miniature car?” “Exactly. See, Molly, this is why we make a great team. You keep me grounded with your questions. Together, we’re unstoppable.” “I still think you’re crazy, Bill. But alright, I’m in. Let’s rob these kids blind.” “Now you’re talking! Let’s go find those red noses.”