Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAG0KWTP1PVHDHT08M863P

Molly and Bill crouched behind a stack of folding chairs, whispering like conspiratorial squirrels. The children's party raged inside with glitter hurricanes, balloon animals and a suspiciously emotional clown. They plotted routes around parental eyes and snack tables, timing recess screams like alarms. Bill polished a tiny crowbar with a napkin while Molly sketched a map of sugar graveyards. Both wore businesslike grins and ridiculous hats; their van idled blocks away, humming tunes. Every scheme smelled faintly of frosting and bad decisions. Outside, a dog barked twice, which they had prearranged as their signal to dash, grab boxes and vanish. "Molly: We wear dinosaur costumes, sneak in with confetti hoses." "Bill: No, clowns are safer. Kids expect clowns, not thieves." "Molly: Friends will hand us gifts during group games." "Bill: We'll replace wrapping with identical paper so parents never notice." "Molly: Exit through the bouncy castle, quick and slippery." "Bill: Bring a cake distraction. Everyone distracted equals perfect pilfering." "Molly: I want the unicorn piñata. Glitter hides fingerprints for effect." "Bill: What about a toddler with a sticky fist?" "Molly: Bribe them with cookies, they follow crumbs to our van." "Bill: Cookies and clowns. Molly, you're a criminal genius, truly."