“Alright, Bill, listen up. This isn’t your average jewelry store job, alright? We’re dealing with…well, presents.” “Presents? Molly, you’re telling me you want to rob a bunch of toddlers?” “Not just any toddlers, Bill. The Johnson family. They’re rolling in dough, and their kid, Timmy, is turning six. Think of it, a mountain of unopened toys, enough to make a grown man weep.” “I’m still not sure about this. What if there’s security?” “There’s a bouncy castle, Bill. You think they’re worried about security with a bouncy castle?” “I’ve seen kids demolish bouncy castles, Molly. That’s not a fortress.” “Exactly! We’ll blend right in. You, with your uncanny ability to make balloon animals, I’ll charm the parents with my finger puppets. It’ll be a cakewalk.” “A cakewalk? You mean a sugar rush fueled rampage! And what about the parents? They’re gonna notice a couple of grown adults stuffing their faces with party favors and running off with the presents.” “Don’t worry about the parents, Bill. We’ll be gone before they even realize the cake is missing.”