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"Okay, Bill, walk me through it again." "We go in dressed as clowns." "Clowns. Right. Because nothing says 'trustworthy adult' like a stranger in face paint at a seven-year-old's birthday party." "Exactly! Nobody questions clowns, Molly. It's the perfect cover." "Bill, they question clowns *constantly*. That's literally their whole job—balloon animals and constant scrutiny." "Fine, fine. New plan. We're the caterers." "We don't have any food." "We'll bring cupcakes!" "From where?" "The gas station." "We are not serving gas station cupcakes to children, Bill. Have some standards. We're thieves, not monsters." "Then what's your genius idea, huh?" "Balloon delivery. Simple. Elegant. We walk in with a giant bouquet of balloons, everyone's distracted looking up, and we grab the presents while their necks are craned skyward." "...That's actually good." "Thank you." "Wait, where do we get balloons?" "The gas station." "You just said—" "That's for cupcakes! Balloons are a completely different moral category, Bill." "How many presents are we even talking about here?" "Kid's turning seven. Rich parents. I'm guessing forty, fifty gifts, minimum." "Forty presents from a seven-year-old's party. We're going to need a bigger van." "We're going to need bigger balloons."