Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFNYT17Y1C3G3AJ4KM530H

Molly adjusted theoversized clown nose, peering through the party room window. "Perfect. Kids are all hyped on sugar, parents are too busy arguing over the last slice of cake to notice anything. Total blind spot." Bill leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Blind spot? It's a zoo. Kids are screaming, balloons are popping, someone's trying to teach a toddler to waltz. How do we even move?" "Disguise!" Molly grinned, adjusting her polka-dot bow tie. "Clown costume. Everyone expects clowns at a kids' party. They'll just think we're... extra clowns. Or lost." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Extra clowns? Lost clowns? That's our cover story? What if one of them actually *is* a clown? We'll look like the backup clowns who forgot their lines." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Then we blend in! We're the clowns who forgot their lines. We'll just... stand there awkwardly until the presents are unattended. Easy." Bill stared at the clown wig. "This wig is itchy. And what about security? There's always that one dad with the walkie-talkie." Molly pointed at the piñata. "Distractions! We hit the piñata first. Kids will swarm it like locusts. Total chaos. Perfect cover for us to... uh... 'help' ourselves to the loot." Bill hesitated. "The loot is in the presents. The presents are under the tree. The tree is in the corner. The corner is guarded by a three-year-old with a juice box." Molly grinned. "Exactly! The juice box is our key. We'll offer him a sip. He'll be so distracted by the novelty of sharing juice with a clown that he won't notice us lifting the presents. Simple." Bill rubbed his chin. "A three-year-old. A juice box. A clown offering juice. That's our plan? That's our entire heist strategy?" Molly nodded firmly. "That's our entire heist strategy. Now, are you in or are you going to stand there looking ridiculous in this wig?" She held up the oversized red nose. "Your move, Bill. The juice box waits for no one."