“We’re really doing this, Bill? Robbing five-year-olds?” “Technically, we’re robbing their parents. The kids just get secondhand devastation.” “That’s not comforting. Remember last time we tried a cake heist? You nearly choked on a Lego.” “That was a tactical error. This time, I’ve prepared. See? No pockets for suspicious bricks.” “Great, because nothing screams ‘master thief’ like a rogue Duplo up the nostril. What’s the plan?” “We infiltrate as entertainment. I picked up these clown noses.” “I’m allergic to fake rubber. What about a magician gig? I can pull a rabbit—or your dignity—out of a hat.” “Fine, magician it is. I’ll work crowd control, you work your…magic.” “My magic involves misdirection, not grand larceny with toddlers sobbing.” “Focus on the loot, Molly. Think big—remote-control cars, glitter slime. Maybe even an Elsa doll.” “Elsa, huh? Last guy who fought for an Elsa doll at Christmas lost a thumb.” “Sacrifices must be made. So, we go in, entertain, distract, and—swoop—stash and dash?” “Bill, we’re going to heist a pile of toys from children. You realize we’re officially cartoon villains?” “I prefer ‘charismatic antiheroes.’ Now, are you ready to make birthday history?” “Let’s just hope it isn’t our own funeral.”