"Alright, Bill, here's the plan. Tomorrow at noon, that's when the party's in full swing." "Noon? You serious? We're hitting a kid's party when the sun's high and mighty?" "Exactly, Bill. Everyone's distracted. Plus, who'd expect a heist in broad daylight?" "Fine, but how are we getting in? No way we're waltzing through the front door." "I've got it covered. We pose as clowns. You know, colorful wigs, red noses, the whole shebang." "Clowns? Molly, I'm allergic to mime makeup!" "Oh, boo-hoo. Suck it up, Bill. It's our ticket in." "Alright, alright. So, we're in. How do we get the presents out? They'll be stacked in plain sight." "That's the genius part. We'll have a fake birthday cake prop. Hollow inside, big enough for all the loot." "A cake prop? Who are we, circus acrobats now?" "Just go with it. We load up the cake, make a big show of leaving, and bam, we're out." "What about the kids? They'll be bawling their eyes out." "That's their problem. Parents should have been more vigilant." "Cynical, but true. You sure about this, Molly?" "As sure as I was about that armored truck job last year." "Which, if you recall, didn’t go so smoothly." "Hey, we got away with it, didn’t we?" "Barely, Molly, barely. Alright, let's do this. For the kids." "More like for us. But hey, who's counting?"