Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5J1ZJDKAT0NPZKJ92NVRW

Molly peered over the hedge, clutching binoculars. "Bill, this is it. The jackpot of all jackpots." Bill adjusted his ski mask. "A kids’ party? Seriously? What are we stealing? Juice boxes?" Molly rolled her eyes. "No, genius. The presents. They’re piled up like Fort Knox in there. Think about it—tiny bikes, video games, action figures. It’s a treasure trove." Bill scratched his head. "You want us to rob a bunch of five-year-olds? Isn’t that, like, morally bankrupt?" Molly smirked. "Morals don’t pay the bills, Bill. Besides, they’ll get new ones. Ever heard of insurance?" Bill hesitated. "What if the parents catch us?" Molly waved dismissively. "Please. They’ll be too busy negotiating who gets the last piece of cake. We’ll be in and out before you can say ‘pin the tail on the donkey.’" Bill sighed. "Fine. But I’m not wearing the clown costume again." Molly grinned. "Too bad. It’s perfect camouflage. Now, here’s the plan: I’ll distract the kids with my world-famous balloon animals while you load the loot into the van." Bill groaned. "Balloon animals? Really?" Molly shrugged. "Hey, if it works, it works. Ready?" Bill muttered, "As I’ll ever be." Molly slapped his shoulder. "That’s the spirit. Let’s go ruin some childhoods."