"You're telling me there's fifty grand worth of presents in there?" "At least, Bill. Trust me, I worked the numbers. These Silicon Valley types go nuts for their kids' parties." "But it's a birthday party for a six-year-old. How many presents could there possibly be?" "You clearly haven't been to Atherton lately. Last month, some tech CEO gave every kid at his daughter's party a mini Tesla. The toy kind, but still." "And you're sure we can get in and out before anyone notices?" "The party's dinosaur-themed. I got us costumes. We blend in with the entertainment, grab the haul from the gift room, done." "I'm not wearing a dinosaur costume, Molly." "It's that or we miss out on the score of the year. Plus, there's gonna be cake." "What kind of cake?" "Three-tier chocolate with edible gold leaf. Made by that fancy French guy from TV." "...what color is my dinosaur costume?" "Green. You're a T-Rex." "Can I at least be a velociraptor?" "Fine. But you have to do the screech."