“Alright, Bill, you sure about this? A kids' party? That’s... ambitious.” “Ambitious? Molly, think about it. Sugar-high chaos, distracted parents, tiny ninjas everywhere. Perfect cover.” “Tiny ninjas? You mean the kids?” “Exactly! And they’re busy screaming over balloon animals. Nobody’s watching the presents.” “Okay, but have you thought about the dog? That Great Dane is like a furry alarm system.” “Dog? Pfft. Bribe him with a meatball sub from Tony’s Deli. He’s a softie.” “And the clown? You don’t trust the clown?” “Clowns are unpredictable. But I’m banking on the fact he’s too busy tripping over his oversized pants to notice two slightly suspicious adults.” “Right. So, what’s the plan? Disguise as party entertainers?” “Better. We roll in as balloon animal artists. Molly, you’ve got the dexterity for it.” “Last time I tried, someone’s eye almost fell out.” “Practice makes perfect. Plus, if we mess up, the chaos will just blend right in.” “And the getaway?” “We stuff the loot in piñatas, toss them out the back door, then sprint like kids chasing candy.” “You’re insane, Bill.” “Insane? Maybe. But also rich.”