Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK2HDYEK7T35B4CR07Z4SFR

"Wait, they're six," Bill said, peering through binoculars. "Exactly. Zero security awareness," Molly replied, checking set. "They scream if you touch their balloons." "We wear clown suits. Camouflage. Perfect." "I'm not wearing a nose, Mol. It chafes." "Fine. Just the wig. And the shoes." "What about the parents? They watch everything." "Drunk on punch. Spiked apple juice. Trust me." "This feels wrong. Literally infants." "It's LEGO, Bill. Pure liquid asset. Untraceable bricks." "There's a bouncy castle. Big Hazard." "Distraction. You jump, I grab. Simple mechanics." "I hate bouncing. My knees are shot." "Think of the retirement fund. Need equity." "Stolen Play-Doh isn't a pension plan, Molly." "It's the limited edition set. Rare value." "Why are we like this?" "Because rent is due. Landlord is impatient." "Plan B? If the clowns fail." "Magic show. Saw a rabbit in a hat." "We're stealing a rabbit? That's animal trafficking." "No, we steal the gifts while they watch the rabbit." "That's clever. Disgusting, but clever." "I know. Grab the bag. Check straps." "Do we have to sing Happy Birthday? I really deaf." "Only if they ask. Stay silent." "Ready?" Bill asked, zipping up duffel. "Born ready," Molly said, pulling greasepaint. "Let's rob some toddlers."