Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRJFFX989XA1BH7XDW828S

The night before Saturday morning birthday bash, Molly slipped a flashlight into the pocket of her leather jacket and crouched behind the hedge that bordered the community center. The garden was littered with balloons, and a plastic tablecloth flapped in the breeze, hinting at the chaos inside. She could hear muffled giggles and occasional pop of a party popper from open windows. Bill arrived a few minutes later, his sneakers squeaking on wet grass as he approached, his grin hidden behind a baseball cap. He pulled a small notebook from his coat and flipped to a page marked “Operation: Gift Grab.” The two thieves exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their minds already racing through the list of obstacles: a watchful neighbor, a security camera, and a swarm of hyper‑active children. Molly tapped the notebook, and the plan began to take shape in whispered tones. Molly: The party starts at ten, the clown will keep the kids busy for thirty minutes, that’s our window. Bill: I’ve scoped the back service door; it’s a simple latch I can pick in under a minute with the hairpin. Molly: The security camera near the kitchen is cheap, no night vision; I’ll loop the feed with my portable recorder. Bill: I’ll bring a treat bag for the neighbor’s dog, a bite will keep him quiet. Molly: We’ll wear the clown suit to blend in, hand out balloons, and slip the presents into the tote I’m carrying. Bill: The tote is reinforced with canvas and a zip‑lock, it can hold at least sixty kilos without tearing. Molly: I’ve arranged a dolly in the parking lot; after the heist we’ll push it through the back gate. Bill: The fire escape is unguarded, and the alarm only triggers on the fire door, not the ladder. Molly: Timeline – ten zero zero, we arrive, park a few meters away, slip out the back door. Bill: Ten fifteen, clown starts balloon animals, we mingle, hand out balloons, keep an eye on the kids. Molly: Ten thirty, magic trick, lights dim, kids stare at the stage, we slide the tote into the hallway. Bill: Ten forty, we loop the camera, distract the guard with a fake fire alarm on the other side. Molly: Eleven zero, we push the dolly, slip through the fire escape, and meet at the alley. Bill: I’ve got the lock‑pick set, recorder, treat bag; you have the clown suit, tote, and dolly. Molly: I’ve got the map, spare keys for the back door, and a backup plan if the alarm goes off. Bill: If anything goes wrong, we abort and disappear into the night. Molly: If the lights flicker or the alarm blares, we’ll signal each other with a flash of the phone, then retreat to the alley and regroup before the guests notice anything amiss. If any kid spots us, we’ll distract them with a juggling act and slip away. Molly: Deal. Let’s make this the most unforgettable heist of a birthday party ever.