"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a children's party, it's like a gift trove out there," Molly said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yeah, and it's like a five-star hotel for babysitters. They're all busy changing diapers and pouring Juice Boxes. We're gonna sneak in, grab the loot, and be long gone before anyone even notices." "I don't know, Molly. There's like 30 kids running around in tiny tuxedos and princess dresses. It's gonna be a logistical nightmare." "Oh, come on, Bill. You can handle it. You're always saying you're a professional." "True, but this is a professional's worst nightmare. I mean, what if we trip over a piñata and alert the whole neighborhood?" "Then we improvise. We'll just tell them you're, like, aMethod actor or something and we're researching for a new role." "Method actor? You think that's gonna fly?" "It's worth a shot. We're gonna be rolling in loot and sipping margaritas on the beach, getting inspiration for our next role." "Ugh, you're impossible. Okay, fine. But if we get caught, it's on you. We need to scope out the party first, see if we can find a way in without setting off any alarms." "We'll sneak in through the alley behind the house. That's where the magic happens, right?" "The magic happens when we emerge with a bag full of presents and a faint scent of barf. But yeah, that sounds like a plan. Oh, and don't forget to wear your best 'I'm just a concerned citizen' face when we're leaving." "Got it. I'll stick to the dark arts, and you can handle the moral superiority." "Hey, I resent that. I'm just trying to lend a bit of class to our operation." "You're not getting any class out of this deal. We're just thieves, Molly. You know that." "I know, I know. It's not like we're going to start selling 'unique, handcrafted, artisanal' stolen toys on Etsy anytime soon." "Uh, actually, that wouldn't be a bad idea. We could rebrand ourselves as a lifestyle brand." "Oh god, don't even joke about that. We're in this for the thrill of the heist, not to become entrepreneurial misfits." "Thrill of the heist? You mean the thrill of possibly getting caught and having to spend the rest of our lives in a straight jacket?" "Shut up, Bill. Let's just get in, grab the presents, and get out." "I'm coming along for the ride. But if I get caught, I'm blaming you."