Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFRDRXRXVNYWH1YZ3R2QX1

"I don't know about this, Molly," Bill said, eyeing the colorful streamers and balloons decorating the backyard. "It's a kids' birthday party. We're going to look pretty suspicious sneaking around." "Nonsense, Bill. We're professionals," Molly replied, adjusting her black ski mask. "Besides, have you seen the size of those presents? We're talking top-shelf loot here." Bill sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "Alright, alright. But let's keep this quick and quiet. The last thing we need is a bunch of screaming kids giving us away." As they crept closer to the pile of brightly wrapped gifts, a small voice piped up behind them. "Hey, mister! Are you and your friend the entertainment?" Molly and Bill froze, slowly turning to face a little girl in a sparkly pink dress. She looked at them with wide, curious eyes. "Er, yes," Molly said, improvising. "We're the, uh, present security guards. Making sure no one tries to steal the birthday girl's gifts." The girl nodded sagely. "That's good. My big brother said he was going to take my presents. He's a butt." Bill coughed, trying to hide a smile. "Well, we'll make sure that doesn't happen. You just go back to the party and leave the present protecting to us, okay?" "Okay!" The girl skipped away, leaving Molly and Bill to breathe a sigh of relief. "Note to self: avoid the kids at all costs," Bill muttered, kneeling beside the pile of presents. Molly began sifting through the gifts, her eyes gleaming. "Ooh, this one feels like a new gaming console. And this one is definitely a tablet." Just as they were about to start loading their loot into a large sack, a booming voice rang out. "FREEZE! HANDS IN THE AIR!" Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked look before slowly raising their hands. A large man in a police uniform stomped towards them, his hand resting on his holstered gun. "Officer, this isn't what it looks like," Bill started, but the cop cut him off. "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like. You two are under arrest for attempted theft." As the officer cuffed them, Molly couldn't help but notice the huge grin on his face. "Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you...?" The cop chuckled. "That's right, it's me, Chuckles the Clown! I moonlight as a security guard for these shindigs. Guess you two bit off more than you could chew this time, huh?" Molly groaned as Chuckles led them away, their dreams of a lucrative heist crumbling faster than a poorly constructed bouncy castle.