Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5P1TBMWG16H2WQ860K46C

**INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT** Molly tossed a crumpled blueprint onto the rickety table. "Alright, genius, explain this mess again. Slowly." Bill grinned, pointing at the paper. "Easy. We hit the Thompson kid’s birthday party. Loads of presents, zero security. It’s a goldmine." Molly squinted. "You want us to rob a bunch of six-year-olds?" "Technically, we’re robbing their *parents*," Bill corrected. "The kids won’t even notice. They’ll be too busy crying over cake or whatever." Molly rubbed her temples. "And how do we get in? You planning to dress as clowns?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Better. We go as *magicians*." He pulled out two sequined vests. "The Great Billini and his assistant, Molly the Magnificent." Molly stared. "You’re joking." "Dead serious. We dazzle ‘em with card tricks, then *poof*—gifts disappear. Classic misdirection." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if one of those brats asks for a rabbit out of a hat, I’m out." Bill waved her off. "Relax. Worst case, we stuff a kid in there." Molly groaned. "You’re the worst." Bill unfolded the blueprint. "Okay, here’s the plan. Party starts at 3 PM. We show up at 3:15—prime chaos time. Distract the rugrats with cheap tricks while I case the gift table." Molly crossed her arms. "What’s *my* job? Other than looking ridiculous?" "Keep the parents busy. Compliment their terrible parenting. Maybe flirt with a dad or two." Molly rolled her eyes. "I’d rather juggle knives." Bill shrugged. "Knives work too. Just don’t stab anyone." Molly leaned in. "And the exit strategy?" Bill grinned. "Balloon animals." Molly blinked. "What?" "We fill a duffel with loot, tie it to a bunch of balloons, and float it out the window. Then we ‘accidentally’ pop them during our grand finale. Confetti everywhere, kids screaming—total cover." Molly stared. "That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard." Bill winked. "Dumb enough to work." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling them *you* stole the cake too." Bill gasped. "You wouldn’t." Molly smirked. "Watch me." Bill shook his head. "You’re ruthless." Molly adjusted her sequined vest. "Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got a reputation to ruin." Bill clapped. "That’s the spirit! Operation: Pin the Theft on the Donkey starts now!" Molly groaned. "We are *not* calling it that." Bill ignored her, already practicing his wand twirl. "Abracadabra, suckers."