"Bill, you realize we're about to rob a six-year-old's birthday party?" "It's not robbery, Molly. It's surprise gift redistribution." "Oh, that makes it so much better. What's our cover story?" "We're the entertainment. I'll be Bobo the Clown and you're my lovely assistant." "I am NOT wearing a tutu, Bill." "Fine, you can be the magician. I look better in face paint anyway." "How do we even know there are good presents?" "I saw the guest list on the mom's social media. Little Timmy's friends with some serious trust fund babies." "What if we get caught?" "By who? A bunch of sugar-crashed kindergarteners?" "Their parents might notice." "Parents at kids' parties are either drunk or hiding in the kitchen. We'll be invisible." "This is insane." "Remember what happened to our last score? We walked away with fourteen dollars and a fake Rolex." "Point taken. But if I have to sing Happy Birthday, I'm out." "Deal. Now help me practice my balloon animals. Nothing says 'legitimate clown' like a good poodle." "That looks more like roadkill." "Perfect. It'll be a distraction."