"Okay, hear me out. A toddler's birthday. That is literally the softest target in the criminal underworld. We walk in, we take the swag, we vanish before the nap time song starts." "The swag? Molly, are you serious? We’re stealing presents? Where is your honor?" "Honor doesn't pay for rent, Bill. And frankly, the parents are tripping over themselves to give stuff to that rug rat. It is unearned wealth disguised as a celebration. What’s the entry point?" "The doggy door. The perimeter alarm is just a hamster wheel connected to a bell. One spin, and we’re in." "Brilliant. But what’s the primary objective? The cake? Or the loot?" "The loot. Specifically, the giant Lego box in the corner. If we get that, we’re set for life. Or at least the rest of the month." "What about the security?" "Just standard parental oversight. High alert during the 'pass the parcel' phase, but otherwise, it’s a ghost town. Look, do we grab the balloons too? They look expensive." "No. Focus. You pull the pin on the confetti cannon. I grab the GoPros. Let’s go steal a two-year-old’s future."