"You sure this is a good idea, Bill?" Molly asked skeptically as she hunched over their planning map of the house. "What could go wrong?" Bill said with a smirk. "We've pulled off crazier jobs than robbing a bunch of 6-year olds at a piñata party." Molly raised an eyebrow. "They'll have a hundred parents and nannies around. And you know they'll be decked out in those awful clown suits." Bill chuckled. "That's the beauty of it - nobody will suspect a pair of clowns! We'll just mingle in, grab the presents, and pop out the back door." "Uh huh. And what's our exit strategy when we pass by a hundred irritated moms who just saw the birthday clown duck out early?" "They'll be too busy chugging mimosas to even notice two drunk bums passing through in the alley. Trust me, this'll be easier than knocking over a bank." Molly sighed and shook her head. "Since when do you actually knock over banks? Alright, fine. Let's knock off a children's party. Should be a piece of cake."