Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEYPXB8SDCTJPW7GG33SSB

Molly bounced on her toes, eyes widewith excitement. "Bill, this is perfect! A kids' party? They won't even notice us! All those presents just sitting there, wrapped up nice and shiny. Think of the loot!" Bill adjusted his glasses, looking skeptical. "Molly, we've discussed this. Stealing from a birthday party? It's... ethically questionable. Plus, the security is tighter than a drum. What's the plan? Sneak in disguised as clowns? That clown costume is hideous." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Clowns? Pfft. Too obvious. We blend in. We're the parents, right? Lost and looking for the bathroom. Easy. We just... grab the presents when no one's looking. Simple." Bill rubbed his temples. "Simple? Molly, there are toddlers. Toddlers who scream. And parents. Lots of parents. And cake. Cake attracts attention. And... what about the piñata? That thing is a death trap. One swing and we're done for." Molly grinned, already imagining the haul. "Piñata? That's just a bonus! We take the candy first, then the piñata itself. It's like a piñata-shaped present! And the cake? We eat it. It's part of the job. Fuel for the getaway." Bill sighed, knowing arguing was futile. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's on you. And Molly? No touching the cake until we're *out*. I don't want to explain sticky fingerprints to the cops." Molly nodded vigorously. "Deal! Now, the loot. Toys! Games! Maybe even some cash hidden in a diaper bag. This is going to be huge! Bill, you're the best partner. Seriously, who else would go along with this?" Bill managed a weak smile. "Just remember, Molly. Speed is key. Once we grab the presents, we run. No lingering. No admiring the loot. Got it?" "Got it!" Molly chirped. "Run, run, run! Like the Road Runner! Beep beep!" She spun around, nearly tripping over a discarded balloon. "Okay, okay. Plan set. Let's go make our fortune. Or at least make off with some cool toys before the parents notice we're not their kids." Bill checked his watch. "Right. Let's move. And Molly? Try not to knock over the pinata before we get the presents. It's... fragile." Molly grinned, already heading towards the party entrance. "Don't worry, Bill. I've got this. After all, who's going to suspect the parents? Not these parents. Not anymore." She pushed open the door, stepping into the chaotic, colorful world of the children's party, ready to execute the most ridiculous heist of their careers.