Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFJ9WWJ55Z25NMM5CRJJQB

Molly adjusted her oversizedsunglasses, scanning the backyard. "Perfect. Kids are all hyped on sugar, parents are too busy texting to notice. Total blind spot." Bill adjusted his fedora, frowning at the inflatable castle. "Molly, inflatable castles are not a blind spot. They're a neon sign screaming 'HIJACK THE PRESENTS HERE!'" "Relax, Bill. It's just a bunch of toddlers. They'll be too busy trying to eat cake to care about a couple of adults in clown masks." She pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink gloves. "Now, the strategy. We hit the gift table first. Grab the big ones, the ones that look expensive. Leave the cheap plastic crap. Parents won't miss it." Bill rubbed his temples. "Molly, the 'cheap plastic crap' is probably the only thing worth stealing. And how do we even get past the clown? He looks like he could bench-press a toddler." Molly grinned, pulling out a small, shiny object. "Simple. Distraction. You handle the clown. I'll be the 'lost puppy' who needs help finding the bathroom. Works every time." Bill sighed, looking at the sea of screaming children and the overly enthusiastic clown juggling rubber chickens. "This is madness. Absolute, sugar-fueled madness. But... if we're going to get arrested for stealing from a birthday party, we might as well do it with style. Let's go steal some plastic." Molly clapped her hands. "That's the spirit! Remember, speed and silence. No talking. The kids are already loud enough." She took a deep breath, ready to charge towards the gift table, leaving Bill to deal with the clown and the inflatable castle.