Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFDMV1WN9WCG5VQRWSMEGM

Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, eyes scanning the backyard. A garish banner announced a fifth birthday, and a bouncy castle belched synthetic pop music. Molly spotted Bill lurking near the snack table, juggling a plate of grapes with the enthusiasm of a nervous mime. Molly whispered, "We need a way in, and the only disguise that works is a clown." Bill grinned, his nose already slipping down his chin. Bill replied, "Great, because I brought a whole bag of balloon animals and a rubber chicken. Nothing says subtle like a chicken." Molly rolled her eyes, but the plan was taking shape. Molly said, "We will pose as the entertainment, claim the stage, and while the kids watch the magic, you swipe the loot." Bill nodded, already picturing the mountain of toys waiting in the van. Bill asked, "What about the parents? They'll be snapping photos. We can't just waltz out with a trolley full of action figures." Molly smirked, "Simple. We tell them the presents are a donation to the orphanage. They'll clap and thank us for teaching the kids about charity." Bill's eyes widened, "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I love it." The music thumped, the children squealed, and a clown in an oversized hat waddled toward the stage. Molly stepped onto the makeshift stage, a glittering cape flapping from her shoulders. She raised her hands and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for the greatest illusion ever performed at a five‑year‑old's party!" Bill slipped a large trash bag from his pocket, his hands trembling with the anticipation of a kid on a sugar rush. Bill whispered to Molly, "When you pull the rabbit out of the hat, I'll start loading the van. We have maybe three minutes before the cake." Molly nodded, slipped a faux‑fur hat onto her head, and shouted, "Abracadabra!" A plush rabbit flew from the hat, and the crowd erupted in awe. Bill lunged for the pile of presents, cramming action figures and dolls into the bag while the children clapped. Molly shouted, "One more trick! Watch closely, because the presents will vanish!" Bill whispered, "Almost full. I've got the Lego sets, the remote‑control car, and the giant stuffed unicorn. Ready?" Molly smiled, "Now the grand finale—watch the gifts disappear!" She yanked a lever, and a hidden trapdoor opened, swallowing the remaining boxes. The crowd gasped, the music swelled, and the parents applauded, oblivious to the empty space where the presents once stood. Bill whispered, "We got everything. Let's go before they ask for a receipt." Molly winked, "Remember, it's not stealing if it's a donation to the cause of fun." They slipped out the side door, the van idling, the back loaded with a mountain of loot, and the party fading behind them. Bill laughed, "Next time we target a retirement home. They have bingo nights and bigger prizes." Molly whispered, "Imagine the look on the birthday girl's face when she discovers her presents have been replaced with a receipt for a donation to the orphanage. We will be heroes!" Bill responded, "Deal. But we split the loot 60/40, because I’m the one doing the heavy lifting." Molly laughed, "Agreed. Now let's vanish." Bill shouted, "And don't forget the ice cream! We deserve a sundae after this!" Molly whispered, "We will celebrate with the biggest ice cream sundae the city has ever seen." The night was young, the loot was heavy, and the next heist was already forming in their mischievous minds.