Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF6KG0B7W3CMNRVR25V3ZA

Molly leanedagainst the wall, eyes wide. "Bill, this is it. The ultimate score. A room full of kids, all the presents under that tree, just... waiting." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the scope. "Molly, we're breaking into a birthday party. The presents are wrapped in shiny paper. Kids are going to be... *running around*." "Exactly! Chaos is our friend. We blend in. We grab the loot and vanish before anyone realizes the clown lost his nose." Bill sighed. "The clown losing his nose is the least of our worries. What about the cake? It's a three-tier monstrosity. How do we carry that?" Molly grinned, already imagining it. "We don't. We take the presents. The cake? We leave it. It's just sugar and frosting. The real treasure is the loot." "Real treasure? Molly, it's a *child's* party. The presents are toys. Maybe a few video games, but that's it. This isn't a museum heist." "Video games are treasure to a kid! And think of the resale value! Kids outgrow things fast. We hit it, sell it, retire in the Bahamas." Bill lowered the scope, rubbing his temples. "The Bahamas? Molly, we're breaking into a house. The parents are probably just in the next room. What if little Timmy sees us?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Timmy's too busy trying to eat the cake. We move fast. We grab the presents, we're out. Simple." Bill pointed the scope back. "Simple? What about the security? The parents. The neighbors. The... *dog*?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, it's a backyard party. The dog's probably asleep. Or chasing its tail. Focus. The presents are the target. The chaos is our cover." Bill finally nodded, though reluctantly. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's your idea of 'chaos' that gets us arrested." Molly beamed. "Deal. Now, let's make this the heist of the century. Or at least the most ridiculous one."