"So, Molly, you got the plan?" "Yeah, Bill. It's a piece of cake." "Cake? There better be cake at this party." "Focus, Bill. We're not here for the cake." "Right, right. The presents. How many we talkin'?" "At least twenty. It's some rich kid's bash." "Sweet. How we getting in?" "Through the back. I got us clown costumes." "Clowns? Aw, come on, Molly. I hate clowns." "Tough. It's foolproof. We blend right in." "Fine. What's our exit strategy?" "We stuff the loot in our oversized pants." "Seriously? That's your master plan?" "You got a better idea, genius?" "Yeah, how about we don't rob kids?" "Cold feet, Bill? I thought you were hardcore." "I am! But... it's just... they're kids, y'know?" "Kids with awesome toys we can fence." "True. Alright, I'm in. But I call dibs on any video games." "Deal. Now, let's go over the timing again." "Wait, one more thing." "What now, Bill?" "Can we at least have some cake before we go?"