Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFRXJGE9BDSAQV0HY4MYTE

Molly slammed her fist on the table, sending glitter from her costume scattered. "This is it, Bill! The ultimate score! A sea of wrapped presents, just begging to be liberated!" Bill adjusted his fake mustache, peering through his binoculars at the backyard party. "Liberated? Molly, we're talking about a preschool birthday bash. The presents are probably wrapped in construction paper and filled with crayons." "Details, Bill, details!" Molly twirled, her cape catching on a chair. "Think of the loot! Action figures, dolls, maybe even a scooter! We'll be rolling in... well, not cash, but definitely in toys." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "The logistics, Molly. How do we even get in? The parents are all paranoid. And once we're in, how do we avoid the toddlers? They're like human land mines of sticky fingers and tears." Molly grinned, already plotting. "Simple. We blend in. We'll be the 'cool uncles' handing out... wait, no. We'll be the 'weird aunts' handing out... wait, no. We'll be the... decorators? Yeah! We'll volunteer to help with the decorations. Easy in, easy out." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "Decorators? Molly, we look like we raided a thrift store after a bank heist. We'll stick out like a sore thumb in a sea of Minnie Mouse ears." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "We'll wear our best 'we're here to ruin your child's birthday' faces. They won't suspect a thing. And the presents? We'll just... casually... 'borrow' them during the cake smash. Everyone's distracted by the sugar-high chaos." Bill stared at her, a slow, horrified realization dawning. "You're suggesting we steal from a room full of toddlers during their birthday cake fight? Molly, that's... that's... morally reprehensible and logistically insane!" Molly beamed. "Exactly! It's perfect! Now, who's bringing the wire cutters?"