"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a goldmine. A bunch of sugar-high kids and their oblivious parents. We'll be in and out with the loot in no time." "What loot, exactly? A bunch of toy cars and stuffed animals? I'm a professional, Molly. I don't do birthdays." "Professional? You're a 40-year-old man who's been arrested for stealing a tub of margarine. I think you're the perfect guy for this job." "Hey, that margarine was a high-end, artisanal product. It was a challenge, okay?" "Whatever. The point is, these kids have been dropping hints for weeks. We're talking iPads, dollhouses, the works. And the parents are too busy Pinteresting their party decorations to notice us." "And what's the plan, genius? We just waltz in, grab the presents, and make a run for it?" "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a little reckless. But trust me, I've got a plan. We'll dress up as clowns, create a diversion, and... Ah, come on, it'll be fun! You can't resist the allure of a good loot-and-sprint." "You know, sometimes I wonder how we're still friends."