"Alright, so we're clear on the plan, right? We hit the party at two, when all the sugar-high kids are distracted by the clown?" "Clown? You think they're gonna have a clown? That's just mean." "Mean? It's a kid's party, Bill. They're gonna have a clown. Anyway, once the clown's got their attention, we slip in, grab the gifts, and slip out." "And what's the signal to get out?" "When you hear the words 'cake time', we're gone. No one sticks around for cake." "I don't know, Moll. This feels wrong. We're stealing from kids." "Come on, they're not gonna miss a few toys. Besides, we're giving them a story to tell. 'Hey, remember that time the presents got stolen at my birthday party?' It's character building." "But what about the parents? They're gonna freak." "Let them freak. We'll be long gone, sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere, surrounded by Fisher-Price loot." "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming the clown."