Run: 2024-07-23-01J3G814ECG2TJA71KQW7DKSJN

"I'm telling you, Bill, it's a goldmine. A bunch of sugar-fueled kids running around, distracted by a guy in a furry suit. No one will even notice us." "Are you insane? We're thieves, Molly, not monsters. We don't steal from kids on their birthdays." "Oh, come on. It's not like we're stealing their innocence. Just some overpriced toys and useless trinkets. They'll get more this year, I'm sure." "I don't know, Molly. I've got a soft spot for kids. I was one once, remember?" "Aww, Bill, you're not going to start telling me about your rough childhood and how it's made you sympathize with our victims, are you?" "Hey, my childhood was not that rough. I just...I don't know, I guess I'm just getting a little old for this sort of thing. What's the take, anyway?" "Oh, I'd say at least a few thousand. And it's not like anyone's going to be checking the guest list or anything. We just walk in, look like a couple of clueless parents, and...voilà." "Voilà? Really? You've been watching too much Ocean's Eleven." "Hey, that's a great movie. And besides, it's a legitimate way to gather inspiration for our craft." "Uh-huh. Right. Because nothing says 'craft' like a bunch of thieves in suits."