"I can't believe we're doing this, Bill. A kid's birthday party?" "Listen, Molly, you saw the guest list. Thirty-five kids from Brightwood Academy. These ain't dollar store presents we're talking about." "Still feels wrong. Like stealing candy from a baby." "Technically, we're stealing PlayStation 5s from babies. Rich babies." "How we getting in?" "I got us spots on the catering team. You'll be serving punch, I'm on balloon duty." "Balloon duty? Since when do you know how to make balloon animals?" "I don't. That's why I've been watching YouTube tutorials all week. My giraffes look like drunk snakes." "This is gonna be a disaster." "Have faith. While you're serving punch, I'll scope out the present table. When the magician starts his act—" "There's a magician?" "Yeah, some guy called The Great Zamboni." "Oh god." "During his grand finale, we grab the goods and slip out through the kitchen." "What if the magician sees us?" "Please. That hack will be too busy pulling rabbits out of his hat." "I hate this plan." "You'll love it when we're counting our PlayStation money."