Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEZY7EWTSPEKKP1QKSN25K

Molly and Bill sat hunched over a blueprint of the suburban house, their eyes darting between the schematic and the clock on the wall. "So, we're really doing this?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Breaking into a kid's party to steal their presents?" Bill nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "It's the perfect crime, Moll. The parents will be too busy fawning over their little angels to notice a couple of grifters in their midst." Molly rolled her eyes. "You say that like it's a good thing. What if we get caught? We'll be on every 'America's Most Wanted' list from here to Timbuktu." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong," Bill said, tapping the blueprint. "According to my sources, the parents will be so distracted by the clown's balloon animals, they won't even notice us slipping out the back with the goods." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you. And I'm not just talking about the presents. I mean the whole enchilada." "Deal," Bill said, extending his hand. "Partners in crime, just like old times." Molly shook his hand, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, let's do this. But first, we need a plan. And by 'plan,' I mean a way to blend in with the other parents without looking like total creeps." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I've got it. We'll pose as the parents of the birthday boy's best friend. You know, the ones who always bring the most expensive gifts." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do we pull that off?" "Easy," Bill said, pulling a pair of fake mustaches from his pocket. "We'll just slap these on and hope for the best." Molly stared at the mustaches, then back at Bill. "You can't be serious." "Dead serious," Bill said, already affixing his mustache to his upper lip. "Now, let's go make some kids' dreams come true. Or, you know, shatter them into a million pieces. Whichever comes first." As they approached the house, the sounds of children's laughter and the unmistakable scent of birthday cake filled the air. Molly took a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves. "Okay, Bill. Let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm telling them it was all your idea." Bill grinned, his fake mustache twitching. "Don't worry, Moll. This is going to be a piece of cake. Literally." They walked up to the front door, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they rang the doorbell, Molly couldn't help but wonder if they were about to pull off the heist of the century or commit the most heinous crime since the Great Train Robbery. Only time would tell.