"This job's gonna be a piece of cake," Molly whispered, rummaging through her bag of tools. "A kids' party, Molly? Really?" Bill hissed, peeking around the corner. "We're thieves, not monsters!" "The pay's good, Bill. Plus, it's an aristocrat's party. Those brats have more toys than they can count!" "But why do we have to steal their presents?" "Because our client wants to teach 'em a lesson about greed. Now hush and keep watch!" "Alright, but I'm not wearing that ridiculous clown costume you brought!" "Suit yourself. Just remember, we need to blend in!" "Yeah, yeah. So what's the plan?" "We wait for the magician's grand finale. When everyone's distracted, we slip in, snatch the presents, and slip out the back door." "And if someone catches us?" "No one's gonna catch us. We're professionals, remember? But just in case, we'll have walkie-talkies and masks." "I still don't like it, Molly. But if we're gonna do this, let's make it quick." "That's the spirit, Bill! Now put on your party hat, and let's crash this shindig!"