"Molly, you can't be serious. A children's party?" "Dead serious, Bill. Think about it. All those shiny new toys, games, and gadgets, just sitting there waiting for us." "But... it's for kids. Isn't that a bit, I don't know, low?" "Low? It's brilliant! Who'd suspect a heist at little Timmy's birthday bash?" "I dunno, Mol. What's our cover? We can't exactly blend in with the ankle-biters." "Easy. We're the entertainment. You'll be the clown." "Oh, hell no. I am not wearing a red nose and floppy shoes." "Fine, you can be the magician. I'll be your lovely assistant." "And how exactly do we snatch the loot with all those rugrats running around?" "Simple. We create a distraction. You do your magic act, I'll slip away and bag the goods." "What if we get caught?" "By who? A bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds?" "Their parents might object to us robbing their precious little ones." "Details, Bill. Don't be such a party pooper. Are you in or not?" "...Fine. But I'm not pulling a rabbit out of a hat." "Deal. Now, let's go shopping for your top hat and cape."