Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEYNSFY3TVKZNVVJWJ29SX

Molly adjustedher oversized, slightly askew burglar mask, peering through the scope of her comically large, toy-store-bought telescope. "Okay, Bill, focus. The target is clear. The fortress of fun. The cake is the drawbridge. The presents are the treasure." Bill, leaning against a suspiciously large, brightly colored pinata shaped like a dinosaur, adjusted his own mask, which had a slightly crooked eye hole. "The 'fortress of fun'? Molly, it's a backyard. With a slide. And a clown. A clown with a red nose that looks suspiciously like a balloon animal gone wrong." "Details, Bill. Details. The cake is a three-tiered monstrosity of frosting and sprinkles. The presents are stacked like a Jenga tower next to the 'Goodie Bag Station.' We hit it during the cake smash. Kids are distracted. Parents are... well, parents are either passed out on lawn chairs or arguing about whose kid ate the most cake." Bill scratched his head, looking at the brightly colored decorations. "But Molly, how do we get in? The gate's locked. And there's a sign. 'Private Property. No Trespassing. Children Playing.' It's practically a welcome mat for the authorities." Molly grinned, a glint of manic enthusiasm in her eye. "Ah, but that's where our genius comes in. We use the distraction. The cake smash. While everyone's screaming about icing on their hair, we slip in through the side gate. It's unlocked. I checked. Earlier. While you were... admiring the clown's balloon skills." Bill sighed, a long-suffering look on his face. "Molly, I admire the clown's balloon skills from a safe distance. And the side gate is unlocked because the parents forgot to lock it after letting the dog out. That's not a plan, that's... negligence." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Negligence is our best friend! Now, the plan: I create the distraction. You... you provide the muscle. Or the... the... the... the 'muscle' part is a bit vague. Maybe you can trip the clown? That always works." Bill frowned. "Trip the clown? Molly, he's holding a giant mallet. And he's wearing a red nose. He's already suspicious of everyone. If I trip him, he'll think I'm trying to steal his nose. Or worse, he'll hit me with the mallet." Molly's eyes sparkled. "Perfect! He'll think I'm trying to steal his nose! While he's distracted by the theft of his own nose, you sneak in. Simple. Elegant. And it involves a nose. Which is... oddly specific." Bill rubbed his temples. "This is why we never rob banks, Molly. Because at least there aren't... children. And clowns. With giant mallets. And a cake that looks like it could double as a small building." Molly pointed the telescope at the dinosaur pinata. "Focus, Bill! The prize is within reach! Those presents are just... waiting. For us. To take them. And maybe... maybe we can leave the clown a note. 'Sorry about the nose. We needed it for a very important... thing.'" Bill looked at the pinata, then at the cake, then back at Molly. "A very important thing, like... what? A nose for a costume? Because that's exactly what we need. A clown's nose. For our heist." Molly beamed. "Exactly! It's perfect. Now, are you in, or are you going to stand here and admire the clown's balloon skills some more?" Bill sighed, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Fine. But if the clown hits me with that mallet, I'm blaming you. And the nose. And the cake. And... basically everything." Molly clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Now, remember the signal. When I start shouting about the cake being too sweet, you create the chaos. Trip the clown. Steal the nose. And grab the presents. Move!" She adjusted the telescope, her eyes gleaming with criminal glee. "The treasure awaits, Bill. Let's make this the heist of the century. Or at least the most ridiculous backyard robbery ever attempted."