Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEXF8W9P5YQTC1KS1B3RR7

Molly leaned againstthe wall, arms crossed, watching Bill pace like a caged tiger. "So, you're telling me we're breaking into a birthday party? For presents?" Bill stopped, hands on hips, eyes blazing with conviction. "Exactly! It's the perfect target, Molly. Kids? They don't lock their presents away. They just... leave them out. Like an open invitation." Molly snorted. "An open invitation to a sugar crash and a tantrum. What's the plan, Bill? Sneak in while the clown's juggling and grab the Wii? How do you even get past the parents?" Bill pulled out a crumpled map, smoothing it out on the floor. "Simple. The back door. The parents are all in the living room, glued to the cake. The kids are in the backyard, chasing bubbles. Perfect blind spot." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And the presents? They're not just sitting in a pile guarded by a three-year-old with a plastic sword?" Bill grinned, a dangerous glint in his eye. "That's the beauty of it. They're not guarded. They're... displayed. Like trophies. We just need to... relocate them. Discreetly." "Discreetly?" Molly mimicked. "In a backyard full of screaming kids? How?" Bill pointed at the map. "The shed. It's unlocked. We grab the loot, toss it in the shed, and walk out the front door when the parents finally notice the kids are missing." Molly shook her head, a slow smile spreading. "You're insane. And you know what? I love it. But what about the kid? The birthday kid? He's probably the only one who could stop us." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "He's busy being the center of attention. He won't even notice us. We're just... background noise. Like the boring uncle." Molly chuckled, the absurdity finally hitting her. "Okay, Bill. Let's do it. But if we get caught, you're explaining to a three-year-old why his Lego castle is missing." Bill clapped her on the shoulder, a manic energy surging through him. "Fear not, Molly! This is going to be legendary! The greatest heist since... well, since the last time we stole a vending machine from a dentist's office. But bigger! Better! And with cake!" Molly followed him out the back door, the scent of balloons and cake already thick in the air, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and excitement. This was going to be a disaster. And she couldn't wait to see it unfold.