Molly squinted at the flyer, a cartoon unicorn winking back at her from the glossy paper. "Operation Sugar Rush," she muttered, tapping a finger against the image. "Kids' party. Two dozen presents. All wrapped in glitter and rainbows. It's practically begging to be robbed." Bill, perched on a stool, strummed idly on a ukulele. "Glitter and rainbows, huh? Sounds a bit messy, don't you think? I'm more of a sleek black velvet kinda thief." Molly scoffed, shoving the flyer towards him. "Don't be such a drama queen. It's a distraction. Think of it as a sugar-fueled smokescreen." She pointed to a diagram of the party layout scrawled on the back. "The presents are stacked in the corner, unguarded during the piñata break. Ten minutes, in and out, we grab the loot and vanish before anyone even notices." Bill chuckled, setting down the ukulele. "Alright, alright. You've convinced me. But if I get stuck with a unicorn piñata, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal."