"I'm telling you, Bill, it's the perfect score," Molly said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you insane? We're going to steal from kids?" Bill asked, his voice laced with incredulity. "Not steal from kids, Bill. Steal from the parents who insist on buying their little brats too many presents. Think about it, we're doing them a favor. Reducing clutter, teaching the kids the value of sharing... it's really a public service." "I don't know, Molly. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. What's next? Knocking over a Girl Scout troop?" "Oh, come on. You're not going to start with the whole 'I have a conscience' thing again, are you? We're thieves, Bill. It's what we do." "Fine, but if we're going to do this, we need a good disguise. I don't want to be the one who has to explain to the parents why I'm dressed as a clown with a bag full of loot." "I've got that covered. I rented us some lovely party hats and 'I'm with Stupid' t-shirts. We'll blend right in." "Ugh, you're enjoying this way too much, Molly."