"Bill, we're really doing this? Stealing from eight-year-olds?" "They're turning nine, Molly. Big difference. Besides, have you seen the gift registry? Kid asked for a gaming console, designer shoes, and—get this—a miniature Tesla." "A what now?" "Exactly. Rich kids, rich presents. We go in during the cake ceremony. Maximum distraction." "How do we blend in?" "I got us clown costumes." "Absolutely not." "Fine. Party entertainers? I can juggle." "Since when?" "YouTube tutorial. Three balls. How hard can it be?" "That's what you said about the museum job. Remember the laser dance fiasco?" "That was different. This time there's no lasers. Just sticky fingers and sugar-high children." "What about parents?" "Wine bar in the corner. They'll be three glasses deep by cake time." "Security?" "It's a bouncy castle in Westchester, not Fort Knox." "Escape route?" "Patio door, through the hedge maze, Antonio's waiting with the van." "A hedge maze? Seriously?" "Rich people stuff. Look, do you want to spend another month eating ramen or not?" "Fine. But I'm not wearing the red nose." "Deal. Purple nose it is." "Bill!" "Kidding. We'll use face paint. Now, let's practice your balloon animals."