"Alright, Bill, let's face it," Molly said, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. "We're not exactly known for our subtlety." Bill chuckled, adjusting the fake mustache that was already starting to itch. "Subtlety? That's for people who want to blend in, Molly. We're about making a statement." "A statement like 'these clowns are really bad at security'." "Precisely! Now, tell me again about this precious cargo. What exactly are we after?" "The loot is legendary, Bill. Think mountains of candy, mountains of toys. We're talking a sugar rush that'll make a grown man weep." "And the best part?" Bill grinned. "We'll be leaving behind nothing but a trail of glitter and shattered dreams." "Don't forget the empty piñatas." Molly added with a wink. "Those are always a crowd-pleaser." "Right, the piñatas. We'll make sure they're extra...explosive." Bill tapped his nose conspiratorially. "This is going to be epic, Molly. Epic and sticky."