Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5QPKSWQEYQQ0H09R83ZC4

The back room of *The Rusty Nail* was dimly lit, the kind of place where deals went sour and cockroaches went to die. Molly leaned over a crudely drawn blueprint of the Henderson estate, her finger tracing the path from the garden to the second-story window. Bill, meanwhile, was busy stuffing his face with a stale donut, powdered sugar dusting his scruffy chin like snow on a garbage can. “You’re kidding me, right?” Molly said, flicking a crumb off the map. “We’re robbing a *kid’s birthday party*?” Bill swallowed hard, nearly choking. “Not just any party. *The* party. Little Timmy Henderson’s seventh birthday. His dad’s loaded. You seen the presents? I heard there’s a solid gold Xbox in there.” Molly squinted. “That’s not a real thing.” “Could be.” Bill shrugged. “Point is, rich people buy stupid stuff for their kids. We grab the loot, we’re set for months.” Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. “And how, exactly, do you plan on sneaking into a house full of screaming children and helicopter parents?” Bill grinned, revealing a missing tooth. “Easy. We go in disguise.” He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out two oversized, brightly colored costumes—one a clown, the other a dinosaur. Molly stared. “You want us to dress up.” “Not just dress up. *Blend in*.” Bill wiggled the clown nose. “Nobody questions the entertainment. We show up, do a little song and dance, grab the goods, and vanish before anyone notices the presents are gone.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “Bill, I’m not wearing a dinosaur suit.” “Fine, you can be the clown.” “I’d rather be the dinosaur.” “Then be the dinosaur!” Molly groaned. “This is the dumbest plan you’ve ever had.” Bill crossed his arms. “Name one dumber.” “The time you tried to steal a zoo.” “That was a *miscommunication*.” “You thought the penguins were guarding diamonds.” “They *acted* suspicious!” Molly exhaled sharply. “Fine. We’ll do it your way. But if one of those kids starts crying, I’m throwing you under the bouncy castle.” Bill clapped his hands. “That’s the spirit! Now, let’s go over the plan. Phase one: arrive as entertainers. Phase two: distract the kids with…” He rummaged through his bag. “...this bag of expired candy.” Molly frowned. “That’s illegal.” “So’s theft, but here we are.” “Phase three?” Bill’s grin widened. “Phase three: load up the presents while the sugar rush kicks in. Phase four: escape in the chaos.” Molly shook her head. “This is going to be a disaster.” “Or the greatest heist of our careers.” “We once stole a truck full of rubber ducks.” Bill nodded solemnly. “And we’ll never top that. But this? This is a close second.” Molly grabbed the dinosaur head and shoved it on. “If I get arrested in this thing, I’m blaming you.” Bill adjusted his clown wig. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”