Molly and Bill sat on a bench in the park, laptops in front of them as they pored over the birthday party schedule. "Bingo!" exclaimed Molly, eyes shining. "Found the timing!" "What didja find, sugarpuss?" Bill asked, leaning over her shoulder. "The party starts at 3 PM," Molly said. "According to this flyer, the presents are being delivered just before that, around 2:30." "Hmm, interesting. Hold on, let me zoom in real quick." Bill zoomed in on the image of the party flyer. "Yep, you're right. But, uh, Molly, have you actually been to a kid's party before? Because, uh, I'm not sure how we're gonna pull this off. It feels a bit... innocent. Not really our scene." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, Bill! We've pulled off bigger heists than this. Plus, think about the loot. What kid doesn't want a giant pile of presents? And it's the best time, too! No security, no parents around. We just have to be quick about it." Bill groaned. "Alright, alright. You're the pro. What's the plan?" "So here's the thing," explained Molly. "First, I'll create a distraction with my fake balloon guy costume. Since I'll be in the kid-friendly mode, I should be able to integrate easily." "And I'll stick to the shadows. Leave the presents untouched until you start the procession. As soon as I hear the first 'ooh' or 'aah', move in like a ninja and catch as many as you can in a bag." Bill nodded thoughtfully. "This might just work, Molly. Let's prep then, we'll attempt this on Saturday." Molly gave Bill a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan, partner. Just remember, on the count of three, let's go in, grab the presents, and get out quick smart. No time for funny business." "Makes sense," Bill replied. "One, two, three—" "Jinx!" Molly yelled out, bursting into laughter. Bill glared at her playfully. "Alright, so there might be a bit more to our natural comedic flair than I'd previously anticipated. Let's just hope that sense of humor helps us get past the king-sized confusion of this party."