"I'm telling you, Molly, this is a goldmine. A kids' party? It's like they're begging to be robbed." "Oh, come on, Bill. We're not monsters. We can't steal from children." "Children? Ha! They're just tiny, sugar-fueled human shields. And think about it, all those presents just sitting there, wrapped up with a bow. It's like they're daring us to take them." "But what about the guilt? I don't know if I can live with myself." "Guilt? You're a thief, Molly. We're professionals. We don't do guilt. We do profits. And this job could set us up for life." "I suppose you're right. But only if we can get past the obstacle course of juice boxes and tantrums." "Pfft, please. I've got a plan for that too. We'll just bring earplugs and a few boxes of animal crackers. Trust me, the kids will be too busy fighting over the Goldfish to notice us making off with the goods." "Alright, you've convinced me. When do we start?" "How about now? The party's supposed to start in an hour. We've got just enough time to get into position and -" "Wait, what's the party theme?" "Uh... 'Pirates and Ponies' or something." "Oh, great. Just what we need. A room full of sugar-high kids in eye patches and glittery tails chasing us down for our loot."