Molly unfolded the colorful flyer on the diner counter, her eyes scanning the sugary details of little Timmy's fifth birthday bash. Bill sipped his coffee, his gaze fixed on the promised spread of cake, games, and sheer, unadulterated chaos. "Five years old, huh?" he mused, his voice low and smooth as silk. "That's prime gift-giving age. We're talking Lego sets, Nerf guns, and Barbie dolls galore." Molly's brunette bob nodded, her mind already racing with the possibilities. "I'm thinking we hit the present table first, get in and out before the clown shows up to make a balloon animal nightmare." Bill's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his crooked nose twitching with excitement. "You're a genius, Molly. And what's the worst that could happen? We get caught by a bunch of sugar-high kids and a harried mom?" The diner's neon sign outside seemed to pulse with the promise of easy cash as Molly's gaze locked onto Bill's. "We're not getting caught, Bill. We're professionals. We're... gift liberators." Bill chuckled, the sound low and husky, and Molly's heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the heist to come.