"I'm telling you, Bill, it's a goldmine," Molly said, studying the party invitation. "A five-year-old's birthday bash with a dozen sugar-fueled guest list. The presents are going to be top-notch." "The risk is high, Molly. We're talking kids, noise, chaos. I don't know if I'm ready for that level of pandemonium," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "Pandemonium? You're not going to start with the thesaurus, are you?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Hey, I'm just trying to paint the picture, as it were. And I'm not seeing this as our most masterful heist." "Oh, come on, Bill. It'll be a cakewalk. We sneak in, snatch the gifts, and out. We'll be long gone before any of these tiny humans even notice." "But what about the cake? We can't just leave the cake. That's like, sacrilege." "Fine, we'll take the cake too. But only if it's chocolate." "You're a real humanitarian, Molly." "You have to keep the priorities straight in this line of work, Bill. Now, let's get ready to party."