Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFRVE1TXH2SG857PTKW5M0

Molly squinted at the brightly coloredhouse. "Look at that, Bill. A whole party. Cake. Balloons. Kids. Perfect target." Bill adjusted his stolen clown nose. "Perfect? Molly, it's a kindergarten graduation. They've got more security than Fort Knox. Parents. Teachers. A bouncy castle. And the presents... they're wrapped in shiny paper. Easy to spot." "Spot 'spot," Molly grinned, pulling out a crumpled map. "This says the presents are in the garage. Behind the 'Do Not Enter' sign. Classic." Bill sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Classic for getting caught. Molly, we need a plan. Disguises. Distraction. Maybe a smoke bomb?" Molly pointed at a group of kids. "Distraction? Look at them. Sugar high. If we just... *walked in*... they'd probably mob us for candy. Or hugs." Bill rubbed his temples. "That's the problem. We can't just walk in. We need to blend. How about... we pose as... the entertainment?" Molly's eyes lit up. "The entertainment! We bring the chaos. We're the surprise clowns! Bill, you're the sad clown. I'm the happy one. We'll steal the presents while they're distracted by our... *talent*." Bill hesitated. "Our talent is... minimal. But okay. We'll need props. Bill, you get the balloon animals. Molly, you get the face paint." Molly grabbed a bag of face paint. "Face paint it is. Bill, you handle the garage. I'll handle the kids. Simple." Bill nodded grimly. "Simple. Until the parents notice we're not on the list. Or the cake gets knocked over. Or... the bouncy castle collapses." Molly winked. "Then we run. Like we always do. Bill, remember the sugar crash? That'll be our getaway fuel." Bill muttered something about sugar comas and bad life choices as they headed towards the brightly lit garage, the sound of children's laughter and popping balloons echoing behind them.