Molly, aka "The Scissor," and Bill, the "Candy Man," huddled in a secluded alley, scheming the night's heist: a children's birthday party at the local community center. They couldn't pass up the opportunity to relieve the room of its most valuable commodity: the presents. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered, "this job's gonna be a cakewalk, pun intended. We just need to sneak in during the party games, when the parents are distracted." Bill chuckled, adjusting his fake mustache. "You mean when the kids are hyped up on sugar?" "Exactly," Molly smirked. "But listen up, Candy Man, we gotta be quick. The knot-tying contest is at 7:30, and we all know how long that lasts." "You're right, Scissor. No time to mince words," Bill deadpanned, trying to hold back laughter. They snuck through the back door, blending effortlessly with the chaos. "Okay, Bill, you distract the clown, and I'll dive for the presents," Molly whispered, nodding towards a distracted clown, Hoppy the Hippo, inflating balloon animals. "Roger that, Scissor," Bill said, sauntering over. "Hey, Hoppy, looking a bit deflated there!" As the clown turned, Molly saw her chance. She darted to the towering pile of presents, stuffing pre-wrapped gifts into her oversized purse. "Quick, Bill, they