Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFWVNW9YP4S54WSPQW8PRN

Molly bounced on hertoes, eyes wide with glee. "Bill, this is perfect! A whole room full of shiny boxes just waiting for us. Think of the loot!" She gestured wildly at the party decorations. "We just need to get in, grab the presents before the kids notice, and vanish into the night." Bill adjusted his glasses, looking skeptical. "Molly, we're talking about a children's birthday party. There's probably a dozen adults within shouting distance. And the presents are under a tree guarded by a hyperactive golden retriever." He pointed at the dog, who was currently attempting to hump Bill's leg. "Not to mention the parents. They're like human watchdogs." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft. We're professionals. We'll use the garden hose to create a diversion. You distract the dog with a squeaky toy, I scale the fence, grab the loot, and we're out before anyone can say 'cookie'." She grinned, imagining the haul. "Imagine the cash from those designer toys!" Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "A garden hose? Molly, that's not a diversion, that's a garden tool. And the dog? You think a squeaky toy will work when he's got a bone? This is madness. We're not thieves, we're... enthusiastic party crashers with poor life choices." Molly's grin faltered slightly, replaced by a determined glint. "Fine. Plan B. You sneak in disguised as a clown. Kids love clowns. They'll think you're part of the entertainment. I'll create a distraction with... glitter bombs!" She pulled a small, glittery pouch from her pocket. "Sparkle everywhere! Parents will be too busy cleaning up to notice us." Bill stared at the glitter bomb. "Molly, we're not going to a rave. We're going to a children's party. Glitter will get everywhere. On the cake. In the cake. On the kids. On the parents. It's a disaster waiting to happen." He shook his head. "This is the worst plan I've ever heard. And I've heard some bad plans." Molly puffed out her chest. "Then we'll do it the old-fashioned way. You sneak in, I sneak in, we grab the presents, and we run. Simple. Quick. No fancy gadgets." She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "Please, Bill? For the loot? For the... adventure?" Bill looked at her, then at the sparkling, chaotic scene of the party. He sighed, a long, defeated sound. "Alright. But if we get caught, it's your glitter bomb that gets us arrested. And I'm blaming you when the dog bites me." He started towards the fence. "Let's go get those presents. Before common sense catches up to us."