"Okay, Molly, are we really doing this?" Bill asked, adjusting his hat nervously. "Relax, Bill. It's the perfect heist. Who suspects a break-in at a kid's party?" Molly said with a mischievous grin. "But... it's a children's party, Molly. Isn't that kind of... low?" "Low? Bill, think about it. High stake, high reward. These presents are top-notch. We'll be in and out before anyone notices." "But what if we get caught? I don't want to end up on the naughty list." "We won't get caught. We just need a solid plan. You distract the adults, and I'll handle the goods." "Distract them how? I can't do magic tricks or juggle." "Simple. You go as the entertainment. Dress up as a clown or something." "A clown? Molly, I'm allergic to face paint!" "Fine, be a mime. Just make sure they're all looking at you." "And what about security?" "Security? It's a bounce house and a stressed-out mom with a walkie-talkie. We can handle that." "And if there's a dad with muscles?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." "And what exactly do I get out of this?" "A cut of the loot, Bill. Think big. We're talking the latest toys. We can sell them for a fortune." "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm telling them you made me do it." "Fair enough. Now, let's get our disguises ready."