Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFQFA9J4644BCZ422ED4QD

Molly leanedagainst the fence, eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "Look at that haul, Bill. That kid's got more loot than a pirate's treasure chest." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Molly, it's a birthday party. Kids. They're not going to be carrying around diamond-encrusted teddy bears. Probably just cheap plastic crap." "Exactly!" Molly grinned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The cheap plastic crap is the best part! Think of all the shiny wrapping paper, the novelty toys... it's a gold mine wrapped in streamers!" Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, we're professional thieves. We don't rob birthday parties. What if one of those little monsters sees us? What if they scream? What if they... hug us?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, they're three. They'll probably just try to steal our tools. Focus. The presents are in that big blue box under the cake table. We lift it, we're rich. Simple." "Simple?" Bill sputtered. "We need a distraction! What if the parents come out? What if the clown shows up? What if... what if the birthday boy decides to tackle us?" Molly smirked. "Then we'll just have to be faster. Bill, we're not robbing Fort Knox. It's a backyard. We use the ladder from the shed, we create a diversion with the pinata... easy peasy. Now, are you in or are you going to stand there looking like a scared rabbit?" Bill hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Alright, alright. But if a three-year-old tackles me, I'm blaming you. And maybe we should wear masks. Just in case." Molly clapped him on the shoulder. "Masks it is. Now, let's make this the smoothest heist this side of the sandbox." She started towards the gate. "After you, Captain Cautious."