Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNETM6B3CJ005ZYB2XPJGSX

Molly slammedher fist on the table. "Bill, we hit the jackpot. The Jones' backyard bash. Candyland theme. Inflatable castle. All the loot is just sitting there, wrapped in shiny paper!" Bill adjusted his glasses, peering over his half-moon spectacles. "Molly, we're not robbing a bank. We're stealing from toddlers. And inflatable castles are... structurally unsound. Also, the parents." "Structurally unsound? Bill, it's a party! Kids bounce, parents drink punch. We're invisible! We grab the presents, bounce out before the cake hits the floor. Easy as pie." "Easy as pie? Molly, pie doesn't scream when you try to steal it. And what about the security? A three-year-old with a juice box is not a security system." Molly grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. "That's the beauty, Bill. The 'security.' They're all distracted. The clown's juggling, the mom's taking pictures, the dad's trying to look cool. We're just... party crashers with a specific shopping list." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, this is madness. We're professional thieves. We don't... we don't... steal from birthday parties." "Professional thieves who need a payday, Bill. And what's more professional than a clean heist? No alarms, no guards, just... presents. Think of the resale value! Action figures, dolls, maybe some... educational toys." Bill hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Okay. Okay, Molly. But we move fast. No talking to the kids. No touching the cake. And for the love of all that's holy, we don't get caught on the security camera. That clown has a camera phone." Molly clapped her hands together. "Perfect! Operation Candyland, commence in... now. Bill, you handle the presents. I'll... I'll... distract the clown. He looks like he could use a good distraction." She winked. "Let's go make some kids cry."