"I'm telling you, Bill, we should have done the science museum. Those rare artifacts would have been a walk in the park." "Are you crazy? We're not exactly museum-quality thieves. We're like the Botox twins. We get the kid's birthday party blowout, and then we're outta there before anyone even realizes they're missing anything." "Hey, it's not a bad gig. We get in, grab the goodies, and we're set for life. Besides, it's not like we're trying to steal the Mona Lisa. We're going for the sugar-coated goods, not some stodgy old art." "Sugar-coated goods? You're talking about a room full of screaming kids and their germy high-fiving parents. I'm a little hesitant about this plan of yours, Molly." "Come on, it's just one time. We can make a little cash, have some laughs, and be done with it. And I've got a soft spot for the kid's entertainment budget. It's like a treasure trove of Nerf guns, bubble machines, and ball pits. We'll be set for months." "Months? You know what we need? A solid plan, that's what. And this is a solid plan, right?" "Hey, it's a solid plan so far. We've got the kids mostly sleeping at 5 pm on a Saturday, the parents are sipping their wine in the living room... it's like a fortress." "A fortress with open windows and a 'Welcome, wanna play balloon darts?' sign on the door." "Details, details. It's a minor security measure. We'll just walk in, grab the loot, and be gone before someone decides to blow the whistle. Literally." "Blow the whistle? You think the birthday boy is going to go 'Hey, where's my presents? Time to sound the alarm!'? This kid's a professional. He'll be too busy singing 'Happy Birthday' to worry about a little old-fashioned thievery." "See? I told you it's a piece of cake. We'll be long gone before he even realizes we're in there." "Long gone? You mean like...before he figures out we've replaced his presents with whoopee cushions?" "Molly, focus. We're doing the presents, not toilet humor. Although, now that I think about it...that might be genius." "Shh, it's still a secret, Bill. We can't be distracted by the inside jokes. We gotta stay sharp, or we'll end up in a dumpster somewhere." "Aww, don't worry, I'm not getting too distracted. Yet."