Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFD5ETTCAY7C3BHK6K2AZ3

"You sure this is the place?" Bill asked, squinting at the address on the crumpled piece of paper. "Looks like a regular suburban house to me." Molly nodded, double-checking the address. "Yep, this is it. The intel said the birthday boy's parents are loaded. We're talking top-shelf presents here, Bill. Gameboys, Pokemon cards, maybe even a new bike." Bill whistled appreciatively. "Not bad, not bad. But how we gonna get in there without raising suspicion? We can't exactly show up in our usual get-up." Molly grinned, pulling out a pair of brightly colored overalls from her duffel bag. "That's where these come in handy. I got us some spare clown costumes from that party supply store down the street. We'll blend right in." Bill eyed the overalls dubiously. "You sure about this, Moll? I'm not exactly the clown type." "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!" Molly insisted, already pulling on her own costume. "Besides, we'll be in and out before anyone realizes what's happening. Just follow my lead." With a sigh, Bill reluctantly donned his own clown outfit, complete with a red rubber nose and oversized shoes. "Alright, let's do this. But if I end up on some parent's Instagram story, I'm blaming you." The two thieves approached the house, their faces painted with exaggerated smiles. As they neared the front door, they could hear the sounds of children laughing and playing inside. Molly rang the doorbell, and a harried-looking woman answered. "Oh, you must be the clowns we hired! Thank goodness you're here. The kids are getting restless." Bill forced a chuckle, his voice slightly muffled by the rubber nose. "No problem, ma'am. We're here to bring the fun!" As they entered the house, Molly whispered to Bill, "Remember, we need to find the present table. It's usually near the cake." "Got it," Bill replied, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of valuable loot. The party was in full swing, with children running around in a sugar-fueled frenzy. Molly and Bill did their best to blend in, juggling and making balloon animals while surreptitiously scoping out the scene. "There it is," Molly muttered, nodding towards a table laden with brightly wrapped presents. "That's our target." Bill nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. "Alright, let's make our move." As the children's attention was diverted by a particularly impressive balloon animal, Molly and Bill made their way to the present table. With practiced efficiency, they began stuffing the gifts into their oversized clown pants. Just as they were about to make their escape, a small voice piped up behind them. "Hey, what are you doing with my presents?" Molly and Bill froze, slowly turning to face a wide-eyed little girl. Bill fumbled for an explanation, his mind racing. "Uh, we're just, um, checking to make sure they're safe for you to open later?" The girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I don't think so. You're stealing them!" Molly quickly stepped in, her voice saccharine sweet. "Oh no, sweetie, we're not stealing. We're just taking them to our special present workshop to make sure they're extra special for you. Isn't that right, Bill?" Bill nodded vigorously, his rubber nose bobbing up and down. "Yep, that's right! We'll bring them back even better than before." The girl still looked unsure, but before she could protest further, her mother called out, "Time for cake, everyone!" As the children stampeded towards the kitchen, Molly and Bill seized their chance, making a hasty exit with their ill-gotten gains. As they hurried down the street, Molly let out a triumphant laugh. "We did it, Bill! We actually pulled it off!" Bill grinned, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. "Yeah, we sure did. But next time, let's stick to robbing banks. This clown business is too stressful for me."