Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF8VPEGNCJEGP1QCP69DWE

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, peeringthrough the party binoculars. "Look at that, Bill. Pure gold. A mountain of presents under that plastic tree. All we need is a little... extraction." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, frowning. "Molly, this is a kindergarten graduation party. The 'mountain' is mostly wrapped blocks and socks. And the 'extraction' involves navigating a sea of sugar-fueled toddlers." "Details, Bill, details. We case the joint. See the guard? The dad in the Hawaiian shirt snoring on the porch swing. Easy pickings." She pointed. "And the presents! Right there, unguarded. Just a few steps from the cake table." Bill sighed, scanning the yard. "The presents are guarded by a three-year-old with a plastic sword who thinks he's a dragon. And that 'guard' is snoring because he's been drinking. Also, the 'joint' is surrounded by a fence with a lock that looks like it was installed by a drunk squirrel." Molly grinned, ignoring the objections. "Perfect. We go in, grab the loot, and vanish before the sugar crash. Simple." Bill rubbed his temples. "Simple? We'll be spotted by a balloon animal artist who can see through our disguises. Or tripped by a runaway tricycle. Or... oh, look! The birthday girl is blowing out her candles. She's pointing right at us!" Molly yelped, dropping the binoculars. "Shh! She's just blowing out candles. Focus! The presents are our target. The kids are just... background noise." Bill muttered, "Background noise that includes a chorus of 'I want that!' and a stampede towards the gift pile the second the wrapping paper rips. Good luck with that 'extraction' now."