"Alright, Bill, I've got the layout of the party venue," Molly whispered, her eyes scanning the blueprints spread across the table. "Let's get straight to the good stuff – the presents," Bill said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Molly shot him a side-eye. "We need to blend in, at least for a bit. We can't just waltz in there looking like the usual suspects." "Agreed. I've got the perfect disguise – a giant stuffed animal onesie. I'll be the life of the party." "You'll also be a target for pinatas and wandering toddlers." "We'll make it work. Now, what's the plan for getting the presents?" "We sneak in during the chaos of the pinata breaking, and make our way to the gift table. I've rigged a small drone to swoop in and grab the gifts, so we don't have to physically carry them out." "That's genius, Molly. Pure, unadulterated genius. And once we've got the loot?" "We sell them online, rake in the cash, and enjoy our new title as the most unlikely, yet most successful party crashers in history." "I like the sound of that."