"I'm telling you, Molly, this is a bad idea," Bill said, fidgeting with the party hat on his head. "Oh, come on. It's a children's party. What's the worst that could happen?" Molly replied, adjusting her own matching hat. "The worst that could happen is we get caught and traumatized a bunch of five-year-olds. Or we get attacked by a pack of sugar-high toddlers." "That's just part of the job, Bill. You know that." "I didn't sign up for 'You're a Horrible Person, Bill'. I signed up for 'You're a Cool Thief, Bill'." "Same difference, really. Now, let's get to work. We need to case the joint." "Case the joint? We're in a children's playplace, Molly. It's all ball pits and plastic tables. I think we'll be okay." "Shh, the piñata is about to break. Act natural." "Oh, great. Because nothing says 'natural' like two thirtysomethings in party hats standing by the juice box machine, waiting for a bunch of kids to rip open a stuffed animal." "Shut up, here it comes. And... break! Now, let's go get that loot!" "Not yet, not yet! Let the kids open the presents first. We don't want to get any wrapping paper on our getaway clothes."