Molly rummaged through the party flyer, her eyes scanning the colorful illustrations of cartoon characters and screaming children. "Okay, so it's a birthday party for a kid named Timmy. He's turning seven, and apparently, it's going to be a 'Superhero Training Academy' theme." Bill snorted, adjusting his black leather jacket. "Superhero Training Academy? What's the world coming to?" Molly chuckled, tossing the flyer onto the cluttered café table. "Hey, at least it's not a princess party. I don't think I could handle a room full of screaming little girls in tutus." "Fair point," Bill said, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "So, what's the plan? Crash the party, grab the presents, and make a run for it?" Molly nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Exactly. And with all the chaos and screaming, no one will even notice us. We'll be in and out in five minutes, tops." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Stealing from a bunch of sugar-high kids." Molly grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, someone's gotta pay for my coffee habit. And it might as well be Timmy and his friends."