"Alright, so here's the plan. We get in, we find the presents, we take them. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." "But Molly, we can't just walk in. There's going to be parents and screaming kids everywhere." "Oh, don't worry about that. I've got a plan." "What's the plan?" "I'm going to wear a big, fluffy costume and pretend to be the birthday clown." "Are you insane? You're six feet tall with a shaved head and a bad attitude. Who's going to believe you're a clown?" "I'll just have to work my charm. Besides, everyone loves clowns, right?" "No, everyone is terrified of clowns. Molly, focus. What about the presents? How are we going to get them all out of there without anyone noticing?" "We'll just put them in these big, red sacks and... oh, wait, that's not a good idea is it? That's what Santa does. What do birthday clowns do?" "I don't think birthday clowns usually carry big sacks around." "Right. Okay, so we'll just be really, really fast then. Like, ninja fast. We'll be in and out before anyone even knows what's happening." "And what about the kids? They're going to freak out when they realize all their presents are gone." "Leave that to me. I'll just make some balloon animals or something." "You can't make balloon animals." "Can too. I just need a little practice."