Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK26EXG3ATS1QFSXX5ZE9K4

Molly adjusted her black beanie and squinted at the suburban house. Streamers hung limp in the humid air. Bill checked his watch for the third time in a minute. He looked nervous. Molly kicked a pebble toward the driveway. "This is it," Molly said. "The jackpot." Bill wiped sweat from his forehead. "It is a birthday party, Mol. For a six-year-old." "Exactly," she replied. "No security. Just sugar-high kids and distracted parents." "There are clowns," Bill whispered harshly. "I hate clowns." Molly rolled her eyes toward the inflatable bouncy castle. "Focus on the loot. Wrap paper hides everything." "What if a kid sees us?" Bill asked. "Then we tell them we are the entertainment," Molly said smoothly. "The surprise magicians." Bill sighed heavily. "I do not know any magic tricks." "You know how to make things disappear," she noted. "That is stealing," Bill corrected her. "Semantics," Molly said with a shrug. "Look at the table. Lego sets. Tablets. Cash envelopes." "Cash envelopes?" Bill perked up slightly. "Grandmas love cash," Molly explained. "Easy to fence. Hard to track." Bill kicked the grass. "What is the exit strategy?" "We run," Molly stated simply. "That is not a strategy," Bill argued. "It works for me," she countered. Bill looked at the house again. "There are dogs inside." "Small dogs," Molly dismissed. "Yappy things. I have treats." "You brought dog treats?" Bill asked in disbelief. "Professional preparation," Molly said proudly. "Now stop whining." Bill checked his gloves. "I feel weird about this." "Weird is good," Molly claimed. "Weird means adrenaline." "Weird means jail," Bill muttered under his breath. Molly grabbed his arm firmly. "Listen to me. In ten minutes, the cake comes out. Everyone sings. Eyes close." "They close eyes for candles," Bill acknowledged. "Right," Molly confirmed. "That is our window. Thirty seconds max." "Thirty seconds to grab fifty gifts," Bill calculated. "Do the math," Molly urged. "Fast hands." Bill took a deep breath. "Okay. But if a clown catches me..." "I will distract him," Molly promised. "How?" Bill questioned. "Balloon animals," Molly said seriously. Bill stared at her. "You do not know how to make balloon animals." "I will figure it out," Molly insisted. Bill shook his head slowly. "This is the worst plan ever." "It is brilliant," Molly corrected. "It is insane," Bill replied. Molly smiled thinly. "Same thing." Bill stood up straight. "Let us just get this over with." "That is the spirit," Molly cheered. Molly checked her watch. Bill adjusted his mask. "Stop fidgeting," Molly ordered. "You look suspicious." "I am trying to blend in," Bill whispered loudly. "Nobody suspects a clown." "Nobody suspects a thief either," Molly replied. She pointed at the open window near the gift table. "See that gap?" Molly asked. "That is our entry point." "It is small," Bill noted. "You are smaller," Molly retorted. Bill checked his backpack. "Ready?" Molly questioned. Bill took a breath. "Ready," Bill confirmed. "Let us go." "After you," Molly said. They ran into the shadows. Molly nodded. "Yes," she said. "Go."