"Bill, are you seriously suggesting we rob a bunch of six-year-olds?" "Think about it, Molly. Kids get the best stuff these days. iPads, gaming consoles, designer sneakers." "It's a birthday party, not a tech convention." "Remember Tommy Martinez's party last week? His uncle gave him a drone worth eight hundred bucks." "How do you even know about Tommy Martinez?" "I have my sources. The point is, modern parents spoil their kids rotten." "So your brilliant plan is what, exactly? Dress up as clowns and waltz in?" "Party entertainers! I'll be Captain Awesome, you can be Princess Sparkles." "I'm not being Princess Sparkles." "Fine, Queen Sparkles then." "Bill, that's not better." "Look, we sneak in during cake time when everyone's distracted, grab the gift table haul, and disappear before they finish singing." "What if we get caught by a bunch of sugar-high kindergarteners?" "We run faster than them." "They have parents, Bill. Adult parents with functioning legs." "Details, Molly. Pure details." "Sometimes I wonder how we've survived this long." "Charm and good looks, obviously."