Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFWRKTPRXMG13P1Z95E8TY

Molly and Bill stood outside the brightly decorated house, peering through the window at the gaggle of children running around in a sugar-fueled frenzy. Streamers and balloons adorned every surface, and a massive pile of brightly wrapped presents sat in the corner. "Are you sure about this, Molly?" Bill asked, adjusting his ski mask. "I mean, it's a kids' party. Stealing their presents seems a bit… cold." "Oh, come on, Bill. Don't be such a wet blanket," Molly scoffed, pulling on her gloves. "Think about it – a house full of distracted parents, hyper kids, and a treasure trove of presents just waiting to be snatched. It's the perfect crime!" "But what if we get caught?" Bill protested weakly. "I don't fancy spending my birthday in jail." Molly rolled her eyes. "We won't get caught. I've got it all planned out. You distract the parents with your 'hilarious' clown routine, and I'll slip in through the back and grab the goods." Bill sighed, knowing there was no talking Molly out of her schemes once she got an idea in her head. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Molly said with a grin, already halfway to the back door. "Now get in there and make with the funny!" Bill took a deep breath and stepped into the party, his oversized shoes squeaking with every step. "Hey kids, who wants to see a magic trick?" he asked, pulling a bouquet of fake flowers from his sleeve. Meanwhile, Molly crept through the back door, her eyes fixed on the prize. She tiptoed across the kitchen, dodging a precariously balanced tower of dirty dishes, and slipped into the living room. Just as she reached for the first present, a small voice piped up behind her. "Hey, what are you doing?" Molly whirled around to find a little girl in a princess costume staring at her, eyes wide with confusion. "Oh, um, I'm just, uh… checking to make sure all the presents are safe and secure," Molly stammered, her mind racing for an excuse. The girl tilted her head, clearly not buying it. "But aren't you supposed to wait until after the party to open them?" Molly cursed under her breath. This was not part of the plan. She glanced over at Bill, who was now entangled in a game of limbo with the parents, his oversized pants threatening to fall down at any moment. Thinking fast, Molly reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of candy. "Tell you what, sweetheart. You let me take these presents, and I'll give you all this candy. Plus, I'll put in a good word with Santa for you this year." The girl's eyes lit up at the prospect of extra candy and potential brownie points with the big man himself. "Okay!" she said, snatching the candy and scampering off to tell her friends. Molly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gathered up the presents, stuffing them into a large sack. As she made her way back to the kitchen, she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who knew that the key to a successful heist was a little girl's love of candy and a clown's ability to limbo?