Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFB05HJ9GFMQTDHXX1VE4V

Molly leaned against thefence, squinting at the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "Look at that, Bill. Pure loot. Kids' birthday party. Presents everywhere. Like a candy store for thieves." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Molly, it's a children's party. The presents are wrapped in shiny paper, sure, but they're... what? Stuffed animals? Cheap plastic toys? And the security? A bunch of toddlers. They'd probably just cry if we took their stuff." Molly grinned, tapping her finger against her chin. "Exactly! They're defenseless. No security guards, no alarms, just a bunch of sugar-hyped rugrats. We waltz in, grab the loot, and vanish before anyone realizes their 'precious' stuffed dinosaur is missing. It's a cakewalk." Bill sighed, lowering the binoculars. "A cakewalk? Molly, it's a backyard. The 'security' is a three-year-old with a juice box. The 'looters' are the parents who'll notice their kid's new action figure is gone and start a neighborhood watch. Plus, the cake is probably gluten-free. We can't even enjoy the spoils." Molly shrugged, already moving towards the gate. "Details, Bill. We're not here for the cake. We're here for the presents. And the loot is... substantial. Look at that pile near the table. That's probably a gaming console someone's kid got. We could fence that for real money." Bill followed, shaking his head. "A gaming console? Molly, that's a toddler's birthday party! It's a Fisher-Price tablet, not a PlayStation. And even if it was, how do we fence it? We don't have a fence. We're standing in a suburban backyard planning a heist on Elmo's birthday." Molly paused at the gate, looking back at Bill. "Fine. We take the cheap toys. The stuffed animals, the plastic cars. We dump them in the dumpster behind the pizza place. No one will miss a few dollar-store trinkets. It's a low-risk, high-reward operation. What's the worst that happens? We get chased by a crying kid? That's comedy gold." Bill hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Alright. Low risk. High reward. Comedy gold. But Molly... when we get back to the van, I'm driving. You're navigating. And we're wearing gloves. And maybe a disguise. Like... giant clown noses? That might confuse the toddlers." Molly laughed, pulling the gate open. "Clown noses? Bill, you're thinking too hard. Just go with it. This is going to be brilliant." She slipped through the gate, ready to begin the most ridiculous heist of their careers.