"Molly, I don't know if I can do this," Bill said, fidgeting with the pocket protector of his worn leather gloves. "What, are you chickening about the balloons?" Molly replied, eyeing the colorful mess outside the clubhouse. "We've been planning this for weeks." "It's just, think about it. We're breaking into a children's party. All those sugar-fueled brats are going to be running around, screaming and chaotic. It's a setup for disaster." "Disaster, schmisaster. We've got the best disguise the world has ever seen – us, in matching mustard-yellow jumpsuits. Nobody will ever recognize us," Molly said, adjusting her own costume. "It's not gruesome enough. We should've gone with, I don't know, vampire-themed prints to really spook the birthday kid." "Bill, snap out of it! We're here for the presents, not the cake." "This isn't about the cake, Molly. This is about the art of the heist. We're talking high-stakes, high-reward. We could walk out with double our usual payoff and be set for life." "Life, Bill? You know that life is just a series of iffy get-rich-quick schemes and antagonized ex-boyfriends, don't you? A little sugar-coated deception never hurt anyone. And speaking of which – have you seen the guest list?" "I counted 30 names on it, and like I said, that's a lot of sugar-fueled chaos. What if one of those birthday brats recognizes us?" "That's the best part – no one actually knows our real identities. We've covered our tracks so well, nobody suspects us of being better-than-average crooks at this point." "You really are something else, you know that?" Bill said, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Thanks, Bill. Now let's focus on the plan. We need to get in, grab the presents, and be out before any of those kids start sounding off about finding a cookie-obsessed goldfish with us as accomplices." "Just great, just like we don't have enough overseeing child activists," Bill quipped, inhaling a deep breath. "Forget it," Molly determined, breaking her gaze from Bill's fidgety protestations. "We're doing this. Are you in?" "Yes, but don't say I didn't warn you," Bill muttered, appearing – despite everything – somewhat entranced with their vigilantly want-to-be diabolical scheme. "Molly, watch your back!" Bill whispered urgently, rising to every warning signal passed by throwing looks back over their masking numbers things immediately. "Incited," Molly softened silently, as this clearly foreended the entire extremely promising scheme in Good Rooms Parking PlaceTicker Store would tonight.