"I'm telling you, Bill, the craft services table is the key to this entire operation." "Come on, Molly, the piñatas are worth at least twice the value of the snacks." "No way, we can resell the candy for a profit, but the piñatas are just a bunch of noise-makers and mess. We can't even use them for leverage." "Leverage, leverage, leverage. You're thinking like a conventional thief," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "We need to keep the fun festive atmosphere going to distract the kids' parents while we do our thing." "Distraction, check. But have you thought about how rad it would be to break out with a handful of exploding piñatas? Those things would be like nature's surprises." "Exploding piñatas? Are you insane? We can't even use them on a heist without blowing through our entire budget on liability insurance." "It's just a little extra flair, Bill," she said, smiling mischievously. "And who's going to notice a few exploding piñatas in a crowd of sugar-fueled toddlers?" "They're going to remember the one kid who had a bunch of exploding piñatas in their blowout bouncy castle. We're not invincible, Molly," Bill said, deadpan.