“We’re really doing this, Bill. Children’s party. Presents. Do you feel shame at all?” “Shame is for amateurs, Molly. That’s why we’re professionals. Now, what’s the plan?” “I distract the clown. You handle the cupcake table. That’s where they stash the loot.” “Cupcakes? Not a safe. I’m insulted.” “Don’t get picky, Bill. These kids are ruthless. Remember last year’s lemonade stand scam?” “Ha! The decoy with the golden retriever. Nearly took my hand off.” “Focus. If the music starts, blend in. I hear the Hokey Pokey is your thing.” “Only if you put your left foot in too, partner. Deal?” “Deal. After the gifts are secured, back out through the bouncy castle.” “Won’t we look suspicious?” “Not if you keep your shoes off. Trust me.” “My pinky toe is still recovering from last time.” “Then wiggle, don’t walk. It’s about finesse.” “I’m writing that down. ‘Successful crimes, tip one: wiggle away.’” “Stop joking. We’re on a schedule. The piñata drops at four. We have twelve minutes.” “Don’t worry, Molly. I’ll be the invisible man.” “Right. Wearing a SpongeBob hat.” “Blends in. This operation’s watertight.” “Bill, you’re either a genius or doomed.” “That’s the spirit.”