Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEWX6BV1WM05D70MBC0T9M

Molly and Bill sat at a dingy diner booth, hunched over a crumpled map of the neighborhood. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a sickly glow on their determined faces. "So, the party's at the Henderson place on Elm Street," Molly said, tracing a finger along the map. "Starts at 2 PM sharp. We'll need to be in and out before the cake is served." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the layout. "I've cased the joint. There's a side window that leads straight to the living room. Easy peasy." "Perfect. I'll create a diversion while you grab the goods," Molly said with a mischievous grin. "I'm thinking a clown costume. Kids love clowns, right?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "A clown? Are you sure that's the best idea? I mean, have you seen the news lately?" "Oh, come on. It's not like I'm going to be a creepy clown. I'll be all smiles and balloon animals," Molly insisted. "Besides, it's the perfect cover. Who would suspect a clown?" "Fair point," Bill conceded. "Alright, I'll trust your judgment on this one. But if things go south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Molly said, extending a hand. Bill shook it firmly. They spent the next hour going over the finer details of their plan. Molly would arrive at the party first, dressed as a clown, and entertain the children with her antics. Meanwhile, Bill would sneak in through the side window and make a beeline for the pile of presents. "Once you've got the loot, meet me at the old oak tree on the corner of Elm and Main," Molly instructed. "We'll split the haul there and disappear into the night." Bill nodded, committing the plan to memory. "Got it. And if anyone asks, we're just a couple of concerned citizens trying to make the world a better place, one stolen present at a time." Molly chuckled. "I like the way you think, Bill. We make a good team." As they finished their coffee and prepared to leave, a young boy approached their table, eyeing them curiously. "Are you guys superheroes?" he asked innocently. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. "Something like that, kid," Bill said, ruffling the boy's hair. "Something like that." With a final nod of agreement, the two thieves left the diner, ready to put their plan into action. The children's party would never know what hit them.