"Molly, you can't be serious," Bill whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Dead serious, Bill. Think about it. All those shiny new toys, just waiting to be snatched." "But it's a children's party! We can't steal from kids!" "Oh, come on. They're probably spoiled brats anyway. Besides, their parents can just buy more." "I don't know, Mol. It feels wrong." "Wrong? We're thieves, for crying out loud! Since when do we care about right and wrong?" "Fair point. But how do we even get in?" "Simple. We dress up as clowns." "Clowns? You've got to be kidding me." "Nope. It's foolproof. We'll blend right in." "And then what? Just grab the gifts and run?" "Exactly. While everyone's distracted by the cake, we make our move." "This is insane. You know that, right?" "Insanely brilliant, you mean. Are you in or not?" Bill sighed heavily. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "That's the spirit! Now, let's go find some oversized shoes and red noses." "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. We're definitely going to hell." "Probably. But we'll have some sweet loot to show for it."