Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFYD96041N3JBRQCHCAF3J

Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small table in the back corner of a dimly lit diner. Crumpled napkins and half-empty coffee cups littered the Formica surface between them. "So, walk me through this plan one more time," Bill said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. "Because I gotta say, it sounds a little crazy, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's a piece of cake, Bill. We waltz in, grab the presents, and waltz out. The kids will be too hopped up on cake and ice cream to even notice." "And what if they do notice? What if one of them starts crying and the parents come running?" "Then we improvise. Look, the way I see it, we've got two things working in our favor here. One, it's a princess-themed party, which means lots of pink and sparkles and crap. And two, the birthday girl is turning five, which means she probably asked for a bunch of crap we can fence for a decent price." Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Molly. This feels wrong somehow." "Oh, come on. When have we ever let a little thing like morality get in the way of a score? Besides, it's not like we're stealing from orphans or something. These kids probably have more toys than they know what to do with already." Bill sighed and rubbed his temples. "Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned and stood up, smoothing down her skirt. "Don't worry, baby. Mama knows best. Now let's go case the joint and figure out our way in." An hour later, they pulled up outside a sprawling suburban house, its front lawn dotted with colorful balloons and a giant inflatable castle. Molly adjusted her sunglasses and nodded approvingly. "This is perfect. See that window on the second floor? That's gotta be the kid's bedroom. Once we're inside, we make a beeline for the presents, grab what we can, and get out." "And what about the parents? Won't they be suspicious of two random adults showing up at their kid's birthday party?" "That's where you come in, handsome. You're going to be my arm candy. We'll tell them we're friends of the family, or maybe distant relatives. They'll be so busy fawning over you, they won't even notice what we're up to." Bill groaned. "I hate you so much right now." "Love you too, babe. Now let's go make some magic happen." They climbed out of the car and sauntered up the driveway, arms linked. As they reached the front door, Molly rang the doorbell and plastered on her most winning smile. A harried-looking woman answered, a baby balanced on her hip. "Can I help you?" she asked, eyeing them suspiciously. "Hi there!" Molly chirped. "We're friends of the family. Bill and I wanted to stop by and wish little Emma a happy birthday!" The woman's face softened. "Oh, how sweet! Please, come in. I'm Lisa, by the way. Emma's mom." Molly and Bill stepped inside, taking in the chaos of the party in full swing. Kids shrieked and ran underfoot, while exhausted-looking adults tried to corral them. Molly spotted a pile of gaudily wrapped presents in the corner and nudged Bill. "See? Like taking candy from a baby. Let's do this."