Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5HVVK67JCW7XEZFXCM6HW

**INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT** MOLLY: Okay, listen up, Bill. We’re hitting the Thompson kid’s birthday party tomorrow. BILL: A *kid’s party*? Molly, we steal diamonds, not action figures. MOLLY: Think bigger, genius. Presents. Mountains of ’em. Toys, gift cards, maybe even a fancy watch from some rich uncle. BILL: And how do we blend in? You gonna wear a clown nose? MOLLY: Better. We’re the “entertainment.” You’re a magician. I’m your assistant. BILL: I don’t know magic. MOLLY: Neither do most kid-party magicians. Just wave your hands and say “abracadabra” a lot. BILL: And when the kids want actual tricks? MOLLY: Distract ’em with candy. Then, while I’m “helping” with the presents, I’ll load the loot into our getaway piñata. BILL: …Getaway piñata? MOLLY: It’s a *durable* piñata. Trust me. BILL: This is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had. MOLLY: That’s why it’ll work. No one expects thieves to dress like magicians and escape in a giant papier-mâché donkey. BILL: If we get caught, I’m blaming you. MOLLY: Deal. Now practice your wand twirl. You look like you’re swatting bees. BILL: *Abracadabra*, my foot.