Molly examined the diagram of the mansion, her eyes scanning for any potential entry points. "Okay, we need to get into the garden without being seen," she said, tapping her finger on the map. Bill rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Piece of cake. I've been sneaking into kiddie birthday parties since I was a kid." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Literally?" "Metaphorically," Bill corrected. "But I did once steal a piñata from my sister's party. That was a real adrenaline rush." Molly chuckled. "You're a true professional. Now, let's focus on the plan. We need to get in, swap out the security team's radios with our jamming devices, and make a quick grab for the presents." "Easy does it," Bill said, grinning. "We don't want to start a riot. We're not exactly going for a ' Party Crasher' vibe here." Molly smiled, a sly glint in her eye. "Oh, no. We're going for a 'Party Pooper' vibe. The subtler, the better."