Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF2FZ5PDWMC77SVZXE8Z5P

Molly perched on the cracked fire escape, the neon sign across the street flickering like a bad disco ball. Bill leaned against the rusted railing, his eyes scanning the map of the community center's floor plan printed on a napkin. The wind carried the distant squeals of children and the faint thump of a bass from the party inside. They whispered their plan, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of stealing presents from a bunch of five‑year‑olds. Molly: "Okay, Bill, here's the plan. The kids will be busy with the clown at three, so we slip in through the door while parents are distracted by cake." Bill: "Right, I'll grab the goodie bags while you go for the piñata. That's the real treasure, right? Tiny toys, sticky hands, glow sticks." Molly: "Exactly. The piñata hangs from the ceiling in main hall. We need to cut it down silently. I've got wire cutters, but we must sync with music." Bill: "The playlist is kid‑friendly, like 'Baby Shark' on repeat. I can sync the cut with chorus, masking the thwack." Molly: "Sure, the parents hover like buzzards. We need a decoy. Remember the big inflatable dinosaur we nicked from the last birthday?" Bill: "Oh, yeah! We'll inflate it in the hallway and claim it's a gift for the birthday boy. Parents will think it's entertainment and keep distance." Molly: "Perfect. We'll slip presents into the dinosaur’s belly. It's enough for ten boxes; no one will suspect a thing." Bill: "I'll handle the camera in the corner. My laser pointer will blind it for few seconds while we exit." Molly glanced at the street below, where a couple of pigeons fought over a crumbs. Bill checked his watch, the battery icon blinking ominously. The community center's windows glowed with streamers, and the occasional laugh punctuated the distant music. They could hear the birthday child's squeal as the balloon popped, a sound like a tiny firework. The plan felt insane, but the prize was worth the risk, and their bright anticipation today. Molly: "Just make sure you don't zap the kid. We're thieves, not monsters. We want the loot, not a tantrum." Bill: "Agreed. No crying kids, no police. Just a heist and a bag of toys." Molly: "Now, the exit strategy: alley has a dumpster, fence is low. We'll toss the dinosaur over and climb out." Bill: "The van is parked two blocks away. We'll sprint like it's the last slice of pizza." Molly: "Let's go over timing one more time. The clown tricks at 3:05, the cake cut at 3:15, piñata drops at 3:30. We strike at 3:35." Bill: "Got it. I'll be at DJ booth, ready to blast the 'Happy Birthday' remix as a signal." Molly: "I'll be near the table, to be a parent. When I see the dinosaur, I'll give the thumbs up." Bill: "Alright, Molly. To the kids' party, to the loot, to the glory." Molly: "And to not getting caught. Ready?" Bill: "Ready as I'll ever be."