Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFNREKJXKXQYSWWYFDFMY3

Molly brushed hair from her face and spread a crinkled flyer across the table. The bright colours of the invitation screamed birthday party but the promise of untouched presents made her grin. Bill leaned against the wall, twirling a lockpick like a baton. He whispered they'd hit richer targets, but this one felt like a goldmine. The party was Saturday afternoon in the community centre's main hall, a stone's throw from the police station. Molly traced a finger over the map, highlighting the back entrance to the cake table. She noted the timing: the song ends at three, presents pile high, parents distracted by the magician's finale. Bill snickered, already visualizing the pile of toys sliding into their duffel bags. Their plan needed two disguises: a clown with balloon animals and a magician who could vanish a rabbit. Molly would handle the clown, juggling three flaming torches while kids laugh. Bill would pose as the magician, armed with a deck of cards and a smile. They rehearsed the handover in the hallway, counting seconds between cake cutting and lights dimming for the magic show. Molly whispered when the balloons pop, they would move. Bill nodded, eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. The plan was simple: slip in with entertainment, grab loot during the final trick, and slip out before kids realized gifts were gone. Molly giggled, imagining the parents' faces when they discovered an empty stage. Bill smirked, already counting the resale value of a dozen plastic lightsabers. Molly whispered, "We need to time our move with the balloon pop, or the kids will scream." Bill responded, "I'll handle the magician's wand, you handle the clown's confetti cannon, and we meet behind the cake table when the lights flicker." Molly hissed, "If the clown spots us, we can claim we're part of the entertainment crew, but we must not touch the balloon animals or the parents will notice." Bill chuckled, "The kids will be too busy fighting over who gets the last slice of pizza to see us slip the loot into our bags." Molly warned, "Remember, the music will pause for the birthday song, that's our cue to swap the gifts with the empty boxes we hid under the stage." Bill grinned, "I'll flash a fake magic wand, you pop the balloon, and we dash out the side door before anyone realizes the presents have vanished in seconds." Molly added, "If the police cruiser outside starts its siren, we have the back alley escape route mapped, and I’ve already disabled the alarm on the service entrance." Bill muttered, "The clown's fake nose is a perfect distraction, but make sure we don't steal the birthday boy's special Lego set, or he'll cry and ruin the plan." Molly laughed, "We’ll be richer than the birthday clown, and we’ll have enough cash to buy our own circus, complete with a real lion and a stolen carousel." Bill whispered, "On three, we move—grab the biggest pile, sprint to the van, and drive away while the parents argue about the missing loot." Molly whispered, "Don't forget the glitter bomb, it’ll mask our exit quickly."