Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEW486J6R7KHTBPB1FA3EE

Molly slammed her fist on the table."This is it, Bill! The jackpot! That birthday party at the fancy hotel. All those presents under the tree! We walk in, grab 'em, walk out. Easy as pie!" Bill adjusted his glasses, peering at the blueprints spread out. "Molly, we've discussed this. Children's parties have... unique security measures. There's usually a designated adult chaperone. And the presents are... well, they're presents. Not exactly high-value targets." "High-value? Bill, it's a kid's birthday! There's a giant pile of wrapped boxes! That's like a mini-fortune in toys and games! Think of the resale value on a limited edition Lego set!" Bill sighed. "The resale value is irrelevant if we get tackled by a horde of sugar-fueled six-year-olds. And what about the noise? The parents will hear us. They'll call security. Or worse, the police!" Molly grinned, ignoring his logic. "Security? Pfft. We'll be in and out before the clown even finishes his first balloon animal. The presents are just sitting there, unguarded! It's practically begging to be stolen!" Bill rubbed his temples. "Begging? More like sitting there, surrounded by sticky fingers and potential witnesses. And the escape route? Through the bouncy castle? That's a logistical nightmare." Molly leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. "Bill, my dear, cautious friend, you're missing the point. This isn't about the presents. It's about the thrill! The sheer audacity! We're not just thieves, Bill. We're artists! We're making a statement!" Bill stared at her, a slow, horrified realization dawning. "You're not seriously considering... stealing from a children's party, are you?" Molly's eyes sparkled. "Why not? It's the perfect crime! Who'd suspect the birthday bandits? We'll be legends!" Bill slowly shook his head, a look of profound dread settling over him. "Legends... or the most hated people in the entire kindergarten district."