"Molly, are you seriously suggesting we rob a kid's party?" "Come on, Bill. Think about it. All those shiny new toys, gift cards, and cash..." "But they're children!" "Exactly! They don't need all that stuff. We're doing them a favor, really." "How do you figure?" "Too many presents spoil the child, Bill. We're teaching them a valuable lesson about materialism." "I don't know... seems risky. What if we get caught?" "By who? A bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds?" "The parents might be there." "Please. They'll be too busy taking photos for Instagram to notice us." "What's our plan then?" "We dress up as clowns." "Clowns? Are you insane?" "It's perfect! We'll blend right in." "I hate clowns." "Suck it up, buttercup. This is our ticket to easy street." "Fine. But I get to be the sad clown." "Whatever floats your boat. Now, here's what we'll do..." "Wait, how are we going to carry all the loot in our clown costumes?" "Ever heard of a magic clown car, Bill?" "You can't be serious." "Dead serious. Now, let's go paint those frowns upside down and get rich!"