"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a goldmine. A room full of sugar-high kids and their oblivious parents. We can clear out the whole haul in ten minutes flat." "Are you insane, Molly? A children's birthday party? That's like stealing from a homeless guy's Tin foil collection." "Hey, that's not a bad idea! But listen, think about it. The presents are just sitting there, all wrapped up and shiny. And the kids are too busy screaming and crying to notice us swooping in." "But what about the adults? They're gonna be all over us like a bad rash." "Oh, please. They're too busy taking Instagram photos and sipping lukewarm coffee to pay attention. We blend in, grab the loot, and we're outta there." "What about the theme? We can't just walk in wearing black catsuits and look like we belong." "Leave that to me. I've got a Hello Kitty costume in my trunk. And you're wearing a bright orange 'Happy Birthday, Timmy' hat. We're good to go." "This is a terrible idea, Molly." "Shh, it's a great idea. Trust me. Now let's get in, get the presents, and get out before someone spills juice on us."