"Alright, Molly, picture this: a toddler birthday bash at Chuck E. Cheese. Who's gonna suspect two adults?" "Makes sense, Bill. But how do we blend in? We don't exactly scream 'party guests.'" "We need disguises, obviously. How about we go as clowns?" "Clowns? Seriously? You want me to juggle?" "No, no juggling! We just need to look festive. Puffy suits, red noses, big shoes—the whole bit." "Fine. And once we're in, what's the plan?" "Like a charm. You distract the kids with your balloon animal skills—" "I don't know how to make balloon animals, Bill!" "How hard could it be? Twist them into shapes, make 'em look, uh, animal-ish." "You're really simplifying this. What's next?" "I'll sneak over to the present pile, slip 'em into this giant jack-in-the-box. No one suspects a jack-in-the-box, right?" "Right. And then we roll out?" "Exactamente. Quick and clean. We'll let the jack-in-the-box 'pop' and then leave. They'll think it's all part of the show." "And if the kids don’t buy it?" "We'll create a diversion. You can squirt them with your flower." "I swear, Bill, this better work." "Trust me, Molly. By tonight, we'll have more toys than Santa Claus." "Hope you’re right. I’ve always wanted a toy train.”