“Molly, you really think we can pull this off? A children’s party? What’s next, robbing a daycare?” “Bill, think bigger. The kiddie gang’s got the motherlode—presents, candy, maybe even some of those fancy cupcakes Carol brags about.” “Cupcakes? Now you’re speaking my language. But kids... they’re unpredictable.” “That’s why we have plans. Step one: distraction. You’ve still got those ridiculous clown shoes, right?” “Yeah, but I was hoping you’d let me retire them. They squeak.” “Perfect! Squeaky distraction, my friend. You’ll be the pied piper of chaos while I swipe the goods.” “And what if one of the bratty kids spots us?” “Then we bribe them. Candy ransom. You ever tried haggling with a six-year-old? Open and shut case.” “Okay, so I’m clownish chaos, you’re stealth ninja. What’s our exit?” “Party piñata. Slam it, scatter ’em, chaos ensues, we vanish into the bushes with the loot. Simple.” “Sounds messy.” “Makes it *funny*.” “Alright, Molly. For cupcakes and chaos. Let’s steal some birthday joy.”