"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a goldmine. A room full of sugared-up kids and oblivious parents. We're in and out with the loot in under ten minutes." "Unless we get caught by the clown," Bill said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not exactly eager to get a pie in the face or a squirt gun to the ear." "Oh, come on, Bill. We're professionals. We can totally take down a clown. Besides, it's not like they're packing heat. Worst case scenario, we get a hairy nose and a balloon animal." "And what's the plan for the presents, exactly? We can't exactly fit a bunch of wrapped boxes into our backpacks." "Leave that to me, my friend. I've got a system. We're going to swap out the gifts with fake ones we've been working on. The kids will be none the wiser, and we'll be rolling in Pokémon cards and Hatchimals." "Pokemon cards? You know the kids are going to notice when they open up a pack of 1998 reprints, right?" "Shh, don't ruin the magic, Bill. It's all about the thrill of the heist."