"Molly, you can't be serious," Bill whispered, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Dead serious, Bill. Think about it - a goldmine of gifts, all wrapped up and ready to go." "But it's a children's party! We can't steal from kids." "Oh, come on. These are rich brats. They've got more toys than they know what to do with." "Still, it feels wrong. What about Santa Claus and all that?" "Santa's not real, genius. Besides, we'll be like reverse Santas. Robin Hood types." "Robin Hood stole from the rich to give to the poor, not to line his own pockets." "Details, details. Look, are you in or out?" "I don't know, Molly. How would we even pull it off?" "Simple. We dress up as clowns, blend in with the entertainment." "Clowns? At a kid's party? That's so cliché." "Exactly why it'll work. No one will suspect a thing." "And then what? We just grab the presents and run?" "No, dummy. We stuff them in our oversized clown pants, of course." "This is insane. You know that, right?" "Insanely brilliant. Now, can you juggle?" "Juggle? What does that have to do with anything?" "Every good clown needs a act, Bill. Now start practicing."