"Molly, are you sure this is the right gig?" whispered Bill as they crouched behind the bushes, peering out at the bustling children's party. "Positive. You see that pile of gifts by the clown? It's stacked higher than my credit card debt. This is our jackpot, Bill." "But it's a children's party, Molly. Even for us, isn't this kinda... low?" "No, it's brilliant! Kids won't even remember what they got in two days. Plus, do you know how much those fancy toy drones go for?" "Okay, point taken. But how are we supposed to get in there undetected? I mean, I don't exactly pass for a six-year-old." "Simple, we go as entertainers. You still have that gorilla suit, right?" "A gorilla at a kid's party?" "Trust me, they'll eat it up. You distract them with your—ahem—dancing, and I'll handle the gift snatching." "Dancing? Molly, last time I danced, I threw out my back." "Just sway a little; kids are easy to impress. Ready to go ape, Bill?" "As ready as I’ll ever be. Let's just hope these kids haven't been taught to fight gorillas."