Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEV6T4N8FESPVH3C6436FB

Molly eyed the glittering pile of presents under the plastic Christmas tree. "I'm telling you Bill, this is our big score. Parents go nuts buying gifts for their little brats these days. We're talking Xboxes, iPhones, designer sneakers. Kid's birthday parties are like Fort Knox these days." Bill snorted. "You're out of your mind, Mol. We can't just crash some snot-nosed kid's birthday and swipe all the loot. We'll be caught in two seconds flat." "Oh ye of little faith," Molly scoffed. "I've got it all planned out. We go in dressed as clowns. Who's gonna suspect two clowns of anything? We'll do some lame balloon animal shtick, keep the kids distracted. Meanwhile, I'll slip into the kitchen and load up a garbage bag with all the presents." "And then what, we just waltz out the front door with a sack full of toys?" Bill asked skeptically. Molly grinned. "Not quite. I've got a getaway car waiting out back. We'll slip out the patio door and be halfway to the border before anyone realizes the presents are gone. By the time the cops figure out two clowns boosted the birthday haul, we'll be sipping margaritas in Mexico." Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Mol. This whole scheme sounds crazier than a soup sandwich. What if the birthday boy or girl sees us swiping their presents? You know kids can't keep a secret. They'll blab to their parents faster than you can say 'pin the tail on the donkey'." Molly waved off his concerns. "Relax, will you? I've got that covered too. I picked up some knockout drops from a guy I know. Slip a little in the kid's juice box and they'll be sawing logs while we make our move. The parents will just think Junior got a little too excited and passed out from all the sugar." Bill sighed heavily. "You're really serious about this, aren't you? We're actually gonna dress up like Bozo and steal from a bunch of first graders." "That's the spirit!" Molly clapped him on the shoulder. "Now go dig out that old clown costume from when you did kids' parties in college. And for God's sake, do something about that unibrow. We gotta blend in, remember?" Bill threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine, but if this goes south and we end up in the slammer, I'm telling the cops you put me up to it. I'm gonna sing like a canary and rat you out so fast..." Molly just laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You'll roll over on me faster than a crackhead on a speedball. Now get moving, we've got a birthday party to crash and a whole lotta presents to boost!"