"Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?" "Molly, relax. We grab the presents, disappear like smoke, it's classic misdirection." "Classic? Bill, we're hitting a five-year-old's birthday party." "Look, think of the sentimental value. These aren't priceless diamonds, they're stuffed unicorns and plastic swords. No bloodshed, just childhood dreams dashed." "Childhood dreams! We're stealing from children, Bill!" "They'll get more presents. It's like a delightful, temporary trauma. Builds character. Besides, have you seen the size of that piñata? There's got to be something good in there." "A piñata? You'd risk jail time for candy?" "Not just candy, Molly. Think bigger. Think…sugar rush." "You're insane." "Genius, you mean. Now, pass me that clown nose. It’s time to get festive."