"Molly, you can't be serious. A children's party?" "Dead serious, Bill. Think about it. All those shiny new toys, just waiting to be snatched." "But... it's a kids' party. That's low, even for us." "Low? It's genius! Nobody expects thieves at a birthday bash." "What about security?" "Security? It's not Fort Knox, it's little Timmy's seventh birthday." "Still, there'll be parents everywhere." "Exactly! Distracted parents, chasing sugar-high kids. Perfect cover." "I don't know, Mol. Seems risky." "Riskier than that bank job last month?" "Fair point. So, what's the plan?" "We dress as clowns." "Clowns? You've got to be kidding me." "Nope. We entertain, we mingle, we pilfer." "And the loot?" "In our oversized pants, obviously." "Obviously. What about the birthday boy?" "We leave his presents. We're not monsters, Bill." "Right. Just thieves stealing from children." "Hey, those kids'll be fine. Their parents can buy new toys." "And we get..." "A big payday and the satisfaction of pulling off the wackiest heist ever." "You're certifiable, you know that?" "Yep. Now, let's go practice our balloon animals."