Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK1PAPZRM81CYJ13B8200Y5

Molly adjusted her tiny plastic tiara, glaring at Bill through the hole in the oversized clown suit. "This is the worst idea you have ever had, and that includes the time you tried to steal a goldfish using a vacuum cleaner." "Trust me, Mols," Bill whispered, struggling to fit his broad shoulders through the bounce house entrance. "Kids' parties are unguarded fortresses of loot. No alarms, just sugar-crashed toddlers and distracted parents chugging punch." "They have a magician, Bill. A actual magician with a wand." "He's drunk on mini quiches, I saw him stumble into the cake table. We slip in during the pinata smash, grab the mountain of wrapped boxes, and vanish before anyone notices the clowns are missing." "One wrong move and we end up on a milk carton, Bill. A milk carton! Do you know how hard it is to explain that to a parole officer?" "Stop worrying. Look at that pile under the tree. It's basically an open invitation. Just act like you belong. Smile, wave, maybe do a balloon animal if things get tight." "I am not making balloon animals. I am a professional cat burglar, not entertainment." "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm telling them you're the funny one and I'm just your silent assistant." "You carry the heavy bags then. And if I see one glitter bomb, I'm leaving you here." "Deal. Now put on your red nose and let's go make some easy money."