"Molly, could you please explain why we're targeting a children's party? Have we sunk so low?" "Bill, think about it. Who secures a five-year-old's birthday party? No one. That's who." "But... children's presents? Really? What are we even looking at here? Puzzle boxes and action figures?" "Maybe. But trust me, there’ll be some parents' wallets, plus those gift cards. Ever been to one of these things? They practically throw money at the kids." "Okay, fine, but how do we get in? You think they'll just roll out a red carpet for a couple of strangers?" "No, we blend in. Get some balloons, face paint. Act like we belong. Pretend we're from the party planner." "Party planner?" "Yeah, like those entertainers who show up at these things. You know, clowns, magicians, people like that." "You want me to be a clown? I'm not putting on face paint." "Relax, Bill. Fine, you can be a magician. Sleight-of-hand expert. Works with our skill set, don’t you think?" "Great, a magician. Now, where do we stash our loot? We can’t exactly walk out with armfuls of presents." "Molly's Magic Bag." "Molly's Magic Bag? You have one?" "I'm working on it. Just think of it as... our ultimate prop." "So, paint on smiles, entertain some kids, and walk out with a bag full of loot. Simple?" "Exactly. Now, practice your card tricks. We’re going to be the hit of the party."