Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFTG5R7MYHQV549839SNRT

Molly leaned against the fence, eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard. "Bill, look at that. Pure loot. All those presents under the tree, just waiting for us." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the gap in the fence. "Molly, it's a children's party. The presents are... well, presents. Kids don't have safes. They have... wrapping paper and hope." "Hope is a commodity, Bill. And these kids are full of it. Think of the haul! Action figures, board games, maybe even that limited edition unicorn plushie everyone's talking about." Molly grinned, already imagining the cash. Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "The security is... lax. But the noise? The chaos? The sheer volume of tiny humans? It's like trying to steal from a beehive with a butterfly net." "Perfect! We blend in. We're just another set of parents, right? We'll wear these ridiculous clown wigs we found in the attic." Molly held up a fuzzy orange wig. "They'll never suspect a thing." Bill stared at the wig. "Molly, we're not clowns. Clowns are terrifying. Kids cry at clowns. We'll be the villains in their nightmares." "Exactly! We're the villains! We'll be the scary clowns who steal their birthday presents! It's genius!" Molly bounced on her heels. "We hit the tree, grab the loot, and vanish before the cake is even cut. Easy peasy." "Easy peasy," Bill repeated, deadpan. "And what about the parents? They're the real security detail. They'll be hovering like hawks. And the cake. We can't just... walk off with the cake. That's... that's cannibalism, Molly." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Cake is just sugar and frosting. We'll grab the presents, leave the cake. They'll never notice. It's a heist, Bill. It's about the presents. The cake is... collateral damage." Bill pinched the bridge of his nose. "Molly, this is insane. Stealing from children? It's... it's morally reprehensible. And logistically... the noise. The crying. The sheer... innocence. It's overwhelming." Molly grinned, already moving towards the gate. "Morally reprehensible? Bill, it's a children's party! They have more presents than sense! It's practically a public service. Now, come on. The loot isn't going to steal itself. And I really want that unicorn plushie."