“Alright, Molly, you sure about this? Breaking into a kids’ party? Might as well be stealing candy from a sleeping bear.” “Bill, please. It’s not just any kids’ party. It’s Jenny’s eighth birthday. You know what that means? Mountains of presents. Cash value? Off the charts.” “Yeah, but kids screaming, parents hovering, clowns lurking... I’m not exactly feeling the glamour heist vibe.” “Relax. We’re not stopping the party. We’re blending in. I brought balloons.” “You brought balloons? Molly, you’re a criminal mastermind, not a party clown.” “Exactly! Nobody suspects the one with extra helium. I walk in, I mingle, I nab the loot. You’re on lookout. Easy.” “Lookout at a kids’ party? What, guard the punch bowl?” “Guard the punch bowl, guard the cake, whatever. Just don’t drop the bags or make a scene.” “Alright, but if a kid asks why I’m eyeing their gift like it’s a candy stash, I’m blaming you.” “Deal. Just remember, Bill, fortune favors the bold... and those who aren’t allergic to glitter.” “Great, because there’s definitely going to be glitter.” “Now grab a hat. We’re crashing a party, and I intend to leave with more than crumbs.”