Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRSMZDAVCY00VTP1PK1MH7

The warehouse smelled of stale pizza and socks as Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled flyer. Neon unicorn on the invitation glowed like a cheap nightlight, promising cupcakes, clowns, and a mountain of plastic toys. They had never hit a birthday party before; the idea of a room full of glittering gifts was too delicious to pass up. Molly: "Alright, Bill, we slip in through the side gate while the kids chase the piñata, grab the gift table, and vanish before the clown finishes his juggling act." Bill: "We need the schedule – cake at 3:15, right after the magician’s rabbit disappears, when everyone’s eyes are on the frosting and the presents." Molly: "I’ll pose as a balloon‑animal artist, even if my poodles look like tangled noodles; the kids love the chaos and the parents love the distraction." Bill: "I’ll be the ‘pirate’ with a squeaky sword, pretending to search for treasure while I slip a lock‑pick wand into the gift pile." Molly: "The getaway van is a painted dinosaur that looks like a party favor; no one will suspect a dinosaur full of stolen toys." Bill: "Timing: 2:45 we park, set up the balloon stand; 3:00 the magician starts, we start the balloon show; 3:10 we swap the fake sword for a real one and signal." Molly: "At 3:15 the cake is cut, everyone looks up, we grab the presents, load them into the van while the clown pulls a rabbit out of a hat." Bill: "If the camera catches us, I’ll use a mirror to reflect the light into the lens and fry the sensor; if that fails, we blame the clown’s juggling balls." Molly: "The kids will think the fairy godmother took the gifts; we’ll leave a note saying, ‘Sorry, the fairy godmother needed a new wand.’" Bill: "Ready? Let’s make this the most unforgettable—well, most unbirthday—birthday heist ever." Molly: "Ready as ever. Let’s go steal some joy." Bill: "We should also consider the kids’ nap time; if we finish before they’re sleepy, the parents won’t notice the missing presents until morning, giving us a clean exit." Molly: "Good point. I’ll stash the loot in the back of the dinosaur van, under the fake dinosaur eggs, so even a quick search won’t reveal the treasure." Bill: "And if the parents ask why the party is quiet, we’ll claim the fairy godmother is on a vacation, taking the gifts with her." Molly: "Exactly. By the time they realize the presents are gone, we’ll be miles away, sipping soda on a beach we’ve never seen." The two slipped out of the warehouse, sneakers squeaking on cracked concrete as they headed toward the suburban house where party lights flickered like a carnival in a cul‑de‑sac. The night swallowed their laughter as they vanished into darkness, leaving only the echo of a stolen birthday song. Later, police found confetti and a note that read, ‘Nice try, kids!’