"You really think this'll work, Bill? Stealing from kids feels... wrong." "Come on, Molly, you saw the address. These aren't just any kids—they're trust fund babies. That's a mansion in Beverly Hills." "Still, it's a birthday party." "A birthday party with at least fifty designer handbags as gifts. I checked the registry." "They registered for a six-year-old's party?" "Welcome to Los Angeles. Look, we go in dressed as clown assistants, scope the gift room, and slip out during the magic show." "Why not just hit a store instead?" "Because stores have security systems. This place will have distracted parents and sugar-high kids running everywhere. It's perfect chaos." "What if someone notices us?" "That's the beauty of it—we're supposed to be there. Nobody questions the entertainment staff." "And if the real clown assistants show up?" "Already handled it. Gave them the wrong address. They'll be entertaining some very confused seniors at the retirement home three miles away." "You're terrible." "I prefer opportunistic. Now, can you make balloon animals or not?" "...I can make a snake." "Close enough. Let's go rob some rich kids."