"Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" "Simple, Molly. We slip in with the entertainers." "Clowns or magicians?" "Neither, Molly. Balloon artists." "Balloon artists? Really? We're going to wear squeaky shoes?" "It's genius, Molly. No one suspects balloon artists." "Fine. How do we get in?" "Easy. I rented us a real gig. We show up, make a few dogs, maybe an octopus." "An octopus? Have you ever made a balloon octopus?" "How hard can it be? It's balloons!" "Right, and then what?" "Then, the kids are distracted, and we go for the presents." "And how do we carry them out, Bill? With balloon animals in hand?" "Pillowcases. We act like Santa Claus but with more style." "Makes sense. What about the parents?" "I’ve got that covered. We hand them some ‘special’ balloons filled with... helium." "Helium? You want the parents to sound like chipmunks?" "Exactly, they laugh, we swipe." "I can’t believe this, Bill. You actually think it’ll work?" "Have some faith, Molly. What's the worst that can happen?" "We get caught, and end up performing at prison talent shows." "Okay, true, but it’s a foolproof plan." "You're a madman, Bill. But I'm in." "Good. Let’s practice those balloon dogs." "And the octopus."