"Molly, you're telling me we're crashing Timmy Thompson's birthday bash for action figures and board games?" "Bill, think bigger. Those rich kids' parents love to show off. We're talking gift cards, gadgets, maybe even a drone." "A drone? From a ten-year-old's party? You gotta be kidding." "No joke. I heard from my cousin. Last year, someone gave an actual mini NASCAR kit." "Mini NASCAR kit? Please tell me you’re pulling my leg, Molly." "Dead serious. Plus, think of the abundant sweets." "Sweets, huh? A little cotton candy never hurt anyone." "Exactly. Now focus. We sneak in around the cake-cutting chaos." "You mean when everyone’s busy pretending the cake isn't just frosting on cardboard?" "Pretty much. You distract with your balloon animal skills." "Of course. Nothing says stealth like a poorly twisted balloon giraffe." "Bill, it’s about confusion. While they’re distracted by your inadequate giraffe... I strike." "And how are you planning to carry all those drones and NASCAR kits with a layer of cupcakes?" "Duh, Bill. A piñata. We stuff it and make our grand exit 'piñata winners'." "A runaway piñata heist? I'm both impressed and deeply concerned." "Don’t be. We’ll be known as legends amongst thieves." "Or fools, Molly." "Optimist, Bill. We're optimistic fools."