"Alright, Bill, let's run through this again. How exactly do you plan on sneaking into a toddler’s birthday party without looking like absolute lunatics?" "Simple. We dress as the entertainment. You be the clown, I’ll be the magician. Nothing suspicious about that." "Molly, you in a clown suit? Have you looked in a mirror lately? You scare puppies, let alone kids." "Exactly! The kids’ll either be terrified or distracted. That’s perfect for lifting gifts. And your magic tricks? Do you even know any?" "Pulled a quarter from behind your ear last week. That's magic, right?" "So our plan hinges on quarter tricks and terrifying children. Brilliant." "You’re worried it’s too risky? Consider the payoff: all those shiny wrapped packages, nobody paying attention to the clowns moving around." "What if a kid wants a balloon animal and I start crying because I forgot how to fold balloons?" "Kid’s happy, you’re distracted. Win-win. Besides, the sugar rush chaos buys us time." "Okay, but if I get a pie in the face, I’m quitting the heist life forever." "Deal. Now, grab the makeup kit and magic wand. Next stop: Party City and the sweetest score ever."