“Alright, Bill, you sure about this? Sneaking into a kiddie party to steal gifts—feels a bit like stealing candy from, well, a bunch of kids.” “Exactly why it’s genius, Molly! No security, just sugar-fueled chaos and distracted adults. We swoop in, grab the goods, and bounce before anyone realizes the cake’s missing.” “Mmmm, cake. Wait, we’re not here for cake. We’re here for presents. Toys. Batteries included.” “Right. Batteries. Now, which room’s the motherlode? The one with the most screaming children or the one with the suspiciously quiet Aunt Edna?” “Quiet Aunt Edna is probably wrapping her own present in a shadowy corner. Too risky. The playroom’s a frenzy of toddlers playing musical chairs—and maybe some cash-value Xbox stuff.” “Kids have terrible attention spans. We get in with the clown, distract them with balloon animals, then—poof! presents gone.” “Do you know how to make balloon animals?” “Bill, the last thing I made looked like a deflated dachshund on a bad day.” “Perfect. Scare the kids into submission.” “Molly, you’re the brains, and also, apparently, the clown. I fetch the getaway car?” “I’ll bring the sugar-free gum. Won’t let those kids see us coming until it’s too late." “We pull this off, and we’re legends. Or grounded for life.” “Legends who never get invited to birthday parties again.” “Deal. Let’s do this heist.”