Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFGHT3QMGC147ABD4S0KF0

Molly leaned against the brick wall, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard fence. Bill adjusted his stolen wire cutters, his brow furrowed. "This is madness, Molly. A children's party? What's next? Stealing candy from a baby?" Molly grinned, a flash of teeth. "Exactly the point, Bill. Kids are the least suspicious targets. Who'd expect a heist at a birthday bash? Plus, the loot is guaranteed. Toys, games, maybe even some cash tucked in a card." She gestured towards the house. "See that clown? He's probably high on cotton candy fumes. Perfect distraction." Bill sighed, scanning the yard. "The clown is one thing. The parents? They're like a pack of guard dogs. And the kids... they're like little security cameras with sticky fingers. If one spots us, it's game over." Molly chuckled. "That's where you're wrong, Bill. Kids are easily distracted. A shiny balloon, a loud noise, a sudden burst of confetti... they'll forget their own names. We just need to be quick and quiet." She pointed to the back door. "See that side gate? It's unlocked. We slip in, grab the presents before the cake is cut, and vanish before anyone realizes the presents are missing." Bill shook his head, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Okay, okay. But we need a plan. How do we get past the parents? And what if the kids start screaming?" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "We use the clown. He's the perfect cover. We tell him we're 'security consultants' checking for party crashers. He'll probably just nod and offer us punch. Meanwhile, you and I slip past him to the tree." She mimed sneaking. "Then, we grab the presents. Easy. Fast. We're out before the first 'Happy Birthday' is sung." Bill rubbed his chin, considering. "And the presents? How do we carry them? The tree's got a bunch. And what if someone sees us?" Molly pulled a large, brightly colored pillowcase from her bag. "This. It's a pillowcase. Perfect for a quick grab-and-go. We stuff it full. And we move like shadows. You go first, Bill. You're the quiet one. I'll create a diversion if needed." She winked. "Think of it as a surprise for the birthday boy. He'll never see it coming." Bill hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's your idea. And we're using the pillowcase. Got it." He tucked the wire cutters away, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this. For the loot. And the cake. We'll take the cake too. It's practically a present." Molly clapped him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit! Now, move it. The clown's starting his act. Time to make our entrance." She gave a low whistle, mimicking a clown's honk, and started walking towards the side gate, the pillowcase swinging slightly. Bill followed, his steps silent, his mind already racing through the escape route, the thrill of the heist already making the absurdity feel like a brilliant plan.