Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFXTN6A5YJYM0DJDF9S8SH

Mollyleaned against the dumpster, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the community center. "Look at that," she murmured, a grin spreading across her face. "Pure gold. Kids' eyes are bigger than their parents' wallets." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the scope of his makeshift periscope – a cardboard tube taped to a broom handle. "Gold? Molly, it's a birthday party. For kids. They're not exactly known for their liquid assets." "Assets, Bill," Molly corrected, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We're talking about the loot. The shiny, wrapped loot. Think of the resale value on those action figures and princess dresses. Pure profit." Bill sighed, lowering the periscope. "Molly, we've discussed this. Breaking into a children's party? It's... ethically questionable. Plus, the security is probably just a bored parent with a clipboard." "Security?" Molly scoffed. "That's just a target. Look at the setup. A giant inflatable castle, a clown with a questionable wig, and a pinata that looks like it's been hit with a sledgehammer already. This is a soft target, Bill. A very soft target." Bill rubbed his temples. "Molly, the 'soft target' argument doesn't hold water when we're talking about potentially traumatizing dozens of toddlers. And what's the plan? Climb the fence? Knock on the door and say 'Surprise! We're here to steal your presents!'?" Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Exactly! The element of surprise. Kids are easily distracted. We hit them when they're all gathered around the cake, singing 'Happy Birthday.' Chaos is our friend." Bill shook his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You're insane. But... I have to admit, the logistics are sound. The fence is flimsy. The back door is unlocked. The presents are piled near the exit. Perfect getaway route." "Perfect," Molly agreed, clapping her hands together. "Now, timing. We need to be inside when the cake is cut. That's when the kids are most vulnerable, eyes glued to the cake, not paying attention to anything else. Bill, you handle the perimeter. I'll be the distraction." "Distraction?" Bill raised an eyebrow. Molly grinned. "I'll be the clown. The one who forgot to wear pants under the costume. Guaranteed to cause a scene." Bill groaned. "Molly, that's... that's not a distraction, that's a public indecency charge waiting to happen." "Details, Bill, details. Focus on the prize. The presents. All the presents. We take them all. We load them into the van while the parents are busy consoling their traumatized children. Easy money." Bill looked at the community center, then at Molly's determined face. He sighed again, a long, theatrical sigh. "Alright. Plan accepted. But if we get caught, Molly... I'm blaming you. And your ridiculous clown costume." Molly winked. "Deal. Now, let's get this show on the road. The cake isn't going to cut itself, and those presents aren't going to steal themselves." She started towards the fence, already imagining the haul. Bill followed, muttering about the absurdity of it all, but a flicker of excitement in his eyes betrayed him. The heist was on.