"We’re really doing this? Stealing from a six-year-old’s bash?" "It’s not stealing, Bill. It’s strategic redistribution of plastic assets." "The kid’s name is Timmy. He’s been waiting for the Mega-Zorp all year." "He’s getting too attached to material goods. We’re helping him detach. Now, check the map." "It’s a drawing of a cake." "That’s the blind spot. When the entertainer starts the balloon animals, the parents turn into zombies taking photos. That’s our window." "I feel like a monster. A monster wearing a 'World’s Best Grandpa' apron." "Relatable monsters get past security. You hit the gift table; I’ll create a diversion near the juice boxes." "How?" "I’ll claim I found a rat." "There won’t be a rat." "There will be panic. By the time they realize it’s a gummy worm, we’ll be in the van with the unopened Lego sets." "I’m going to hell for this, aren’t I?" "Just bring the wrapping paper, Bill. It pays for the fuel."