“Are you completely insane, Bill?” “It's brilliant, Molly! A birthday party. Full of innocents, presents, and cake.” “Sir Reginald's third birthday party. The whole thing screams 'maximum security clown show'.” “Exactly! Who expects a sophisticated heist at a bouncy castle bash?” “I expect a sugar-high toddler to kick me in the shins while I'm trying to disarm a Teddy Bear equipped with a motion sensor.” “Minor occupational hazard. Think of the haul. Little Timmy’s new Lego Death Star, Princess Penelope’s diamond ti— I mean, her new sparkly play-tiara. It's gold, Molly! Practically solid gold.” “It’s plastic, Bill. And probably glued to her head. Seriously, this is a new low. We went from international art theft to… 'It's a Small World' larceny.” “But it's *our* small world, Molly, and we're going to make it richer! Picture it: I distract the parents with my exceptional balloon animal skills…” “You make lumpy sausages, Bill.” “They're abstract! And you, my dear, will be navigating the gift table like a ninja through a confetti storm.” “I’m pretty sure the only thing I'll be navigating is a diaper explosion.” “Details, details! Trust me, this is genius.” “You say that every time we end up in a dumpster with a stolen garden gnome.”