“Kids’ birthday party, huh? Genius, Mols. Pure genius.” “Don’t get cocky, Bill. It’s not like we’re robbing Fort Knox. Besides, I thought you liked balloons.” “I do! Especially the big, helium ones. Easy to grab, even easier to pop.” Bill sighed dramatically. “But do we really need to go this whole 'clown route'?” “Relax, it’s foolproof. Think of it, meaningless party games, distracted parents, mountains of unguarded presents.” “Mountains of plastic crap." "It's a logistical nightmare, Bill. Barbies, action figures, those weird slime kits...we gotta move fast." "What about the cake?" "The cake? Bill, we're petty thieves, not monsters. We’re after the real treasures - ponies, dolls, maybe even a scooter." "Maybe a decent piñata." “You just want the candy.” “Don’t judge me, Molly.” "Fine, fine. We’ll snag theñata. Happy?” “Ecstatic. Just promise me we won't have to sing 'Happy Birthday' in those awful squeaky voices." “Deal. But I get to wear the pointy shoes. Always wanted to try that.” “Molly…”