Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF92PH7AHH9TXQWC25HMAX

Molly slammed her fist on the table,sending a half-eaten cupcake flying. "This is it, Bill! The motherlode! The ultimate score! A whole room full of shiny, wrapped potential!" Bill adjusted his glasses, peering over the rim. "Molly, we've discussed this. Stealing presents from a children's party is... ethically questionable. And logistically insane. What's the plan? Sneak in? Distract the parents? Distract the kids?" Molly grinned, bouncing on her heels. "Distract the kids? Easy! We're the 'Party Police'! We'll bust in, flash our badges, and say, 'Sorry, kids, we're confiscating these for a top-secret government toy audit!'" She mimed handcuffs. "They'll be too busy staring at our shiny badges to notice us stuffing their loot into our... uh... very large, very inconspicuous... sacks." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, those 'shiny badges' would be plastic from the party store. And 'confiscating'? That's not a word kids understand. They'd just cry. And then what? We have a room full of screaming toddlers and a party in chaos? That's not a heist, that's a disaster." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft. We handle the chaos. We're professionals! We move fast, we move quiet... well, as quiet as two people who just burst through the front door yelling about toy audits can move. We grab the presents, we run. Simple!" Bill leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Simple? Molly, have you *seen* a children's party? There's a bouncy castle! There's a clown! There's... *that* kid over there with the face paint who looks like he's plotting something sinister with his juice box! And the parents! They're like a pack of wolves guarding their cubs! How do you propose we bypass the security detail?" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "We don't bypass them. We join them! We become honorary parents for the night! We wear these," she pulled out two oversized, ridiculous-looking party hats from her bag, "and we blend in! We stand near the cake table, nodding sagely, pretending to know which kid belongs to which parent. Meanwhile, we scan for the biggest, shiniest presents. Easy peasy!" Bill stared at the ridiculous hats. "Molly, those hats make us look like... like... like the party's official clowns. The ones who get pelted with cake. How does that help us steal?" Molly grabbed his arm, her voice urgent. "Because, genius, no one expects the clowns to be the thieves! They're too busy watching the clowns! We're invisible! We're... party camouflage! Now, are you in or are you out? Because that cake looks delicious, and I have a feeling it's going to be a very long night if we don't act fast!" Bill looked at the colorful hats, then at Molly's determined face, then at the brightly wrapped presents under the tree. He sighed, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, Molly. Alright. But if we get caught, I'm blaming the hats. And the cupcakes. And possibly the entire concept of 'Party Police'." He held out his hand. "Let's do this. For the loot. And the cake."