"Molly, are you sure about this? It's a kid's birthday party, for crying out loud!" "Bill, don't be such a wimp. Think of all those shiny new toys just waiting for us." "But... it's a children's party. We'll crush their little hearts!" "Oh, please. They're kids. They'll get over it. Now, what's our plan?" "I don't know. Dress up as clowns?" "Brilliant! They'll never suspect a thing." "Wait, I was joking. We can't actually-" "Too late. I'm ordering the costumes now. You'll be Giggles, and I'll be Sparkles." "Molly, this is insane. What if we get caught?" "Caught? By who? A bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds?" "Their parents might be there. And what about the cake?" "Ooh, good thinking. We'll grab that too." "That's not what I meant!" "Bill, focus. We go in, entertain the brats for a bit, then stuff the presents in our oversized pants. Easy peasy." "I have a bad feeling about this." "Trust me, it'll be a piece of cake. Pun absolutely intended." "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's practice our juggling."