"I still can't believe we're robbing a kids' party, Bill." "Hey, desperate times, desperate measures. Plus, presents aren't exactly glued down." "True, but those tiny party hats? Not exactly disguises or tools of the trade." "Speak for yourself. I’m thinking adorable distraction. Imagine this: you on crutches, limping in with a sad puppy puppet." "Not bad. And me?" "You, my friend, are the ‘Uncle Who Forgot His Gift But Brings Cookies’ act." "Are you sure the cookies aren’t gonna raise suspicion? What if the parents are suspicious of poison?" "Relax, I’ll make them with extra sugar—disarming and delicious." "And the kids?" "Will be too busy fighting over balloons to notice us stuffing presents into our bags." "Right, but what about the parents’ camera phones? Those things record EVERYTHING." "Easy. We wear those giant sunglasses with the fake mustaches. Classic invisibility cloak." "Molly, that’s just a disguise for clowns. But this is a party, so I guess it fits." "Exactly! Who suspects the funny clown with a puppy and cookies?" "And then, we vanish in a puff of confetti?" "Or better—spill the punch, everyone rushes to clean up, and we sneak off with the loot." "I'm starting to like this plan. Next time, though, can we steal from an adult party?" "Deal. But for now, Operation Birthday Heist is a go!"