"Alright, Bill, let's do this," Molly whispered, crouching behind the bushes. "Are you sure about this, Molly? It's a kids' party," Bill replied, peering through the branches. "Kids' party, lots of presents, easiest heist ever." "But doesn't it feel a little—" "A little what, Bill? Opportunistic? Smart? Come on, those presents practically have our names on them." "More like… wrong?" "That's your conscience talking. Ignore it. Just think: unlimited toys to pawn." "What exactly are we looking at here? What's their security like?" "Three clowns, two magicians, and a bounce house." "Molly, that's not security. Those are entertainers." "Exactly! Distracted kids, distracted parents. It's a thief’s playground, Bill!" "And you say the gifts are just… sitting there?" "On a table near the lemonade stand. Easy access." "What's the plan then? Grab and dash?" "Nah, too risky. We mingle first, blend in." "Mingle? We haven't mingled since that charity ball heist." "Exactly why we need to practice. You think they'll suspect two extra grown-ups among a sea of kids and stressed-out parents?" "Good point. We just waltz in, huh?" "With a sprinkle of charm and a dash of confidence." "And costumes?" "Uh-huh! See? I've got us covered." "Why am I always the giraffe?" "It’s a party, Bill. Giraffes are party animals. Now, act your part." "Height of fashion, huh? So, what's on this list you mentioned before?" "Oh, Bill, my dear naive Bill... there isn’t one. We're taking it all!" "All? Like everything?" "Think of it as a ‘buyer’s choice’. Once we’re in, we scoop whatever we fancy." "But won’t the kids cry?" "Kids cry all the time, Bill. It's natural. We'll be gone before they even notice." "And the parents?" "Preoccupied, relieved to be distracted by adult conversation... or just immobilized by too much punch." "Punch-drunk heist. I like it." "See, now you're catching on!" "What about the bounce house?" "What about it?" "If things get hairy?" "We blend in, disappear into the rubbery chaos. ‘Become one with the bounce’, as they say." "You’re making that up." "Of course I am, Bill. But in this line of work, adaptability is key." "And exit strategy?" "Simple. Back through the hedges and—" "Into the van. Got it." "Remind me later: we need more room in that van." "Another expansion. Great..." "So, are we agreed then?" "I suppose. But will we need... y'know, extra hands?" "Two's company, three's a crowd, remember? Less people, less split, more loot." "You make it sound so... simple." "That's the trick, Bill. Keep it simple." "And in costume?" "Giraffe suits and all." "And Rocky Road ice cream as our victory treat?" "Only if you promise to stop complaining about the costume." "Deal. Let’s get those presents." "Atta boy! Now follow my lead." "Right behind you, oh queen of the jungle." "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's go make some ‘party memories’." "Stealing more than their thunder, huh?" "In this business, it's called multitasking."