Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEXE0RXAK3C9FTYM7G1MVR

Molly slammed the dooropen, her eyes wide with manic energy. "Bill! Bill, wake up! We’re doing it!" Bill groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. "Molly, it’s three in the morning. The only thing we’re breaking into is your sleep schedule." "Three in the morning is prime time! Kids are exhausted, parents are distracted, the security is… well, there isn’t any! It’s a birthday party, Bill! A CHILDREN’S PARTY!" Molly paced, her voice rising. "Think about it! Balloons, cake, presents… all just sitting there, waiting to be liberated!" Bill squinted at the ceiling. "Liberated? Molly, that’s kidnapping presents. And kids. And cake. And balloons. That’s a lot of kidnapping." "Kidnapping is for the weak! This is a strategic acquisition! And it’s easy! The presents are in a big pile near the cake table. Parents are too busy trying not to step on Legos to notice us. We grab, we run, we split the loot!" "Legos? Molly, you’re talking about a minefield. And the cake table? That’s like the crown jewels of the party. One wrong move and we’re covered in frosting and regret." "Frosting is just sugar, Bill. Sugar is fuel. We need fuel for the getaway. Plus, the clown! The clown is our distraction. He’ll be so busy making balloon animals, he won’t see us. Or hear us. Or care. He’s probably high on cotton candy fumes." Bill sat up, rubbing his temples. "The clown. Yes. The unpredictable, possibly deranged, possibly just really enthusiastic clown. That’s our security system? That’s our cover?" "Exactly! He’s the perfect patsy. We blend in with the kids, he distracts everyone. We lift the presents, he does his thing. Simple!" "Simple? Molly, think about the noise! Kids scream. Parents shout. The clown honks his nose. We’re trying to be stealthy in a decibel warzone!" "Stealth? In a kids' party? That’s like trying to sneak into a rock concert wearing a kazoo. It’s impossible, but that’s the fun of it! We embrace the chaos!" "Chaos is not a plan, Molly. Chaos is what happens when your plan fails spectacularly." "Plan? We have a plan! We’re going in, grabbing the presents, getting out. That’s the plan. The chaos is just… collateral excitement." Bill sighed, a defeated smile playing on his lips. "Alright, alright. But if we get caught, it’s on you. And if we get covered in frosting, you’re buying the dry cleaning." Molly grinned, already pulling on her hoodie. "Deal. Now, let’s go steal some birthday joy. Or something. I’m just really excited about the presents." She grabbed Bill’s arm. "C’mon, Bill. Adventure awaits! And cake. Lots of cake."