Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG2SGK4X6N32KPN5J1253E

"Molly, seriously? A kids' party? What's next? Stealing candy from a baby?" Bill shakes his head, arms crossed. "Bill, think! It's not just any party. It's the mayor's daughter's birthday. The presents! Gold-plated teddy bears, designer scooters, maybe even a pony!" Molly's eyes gleam. "Think of the haul!" "Security," Bill mutters. "Parents. Neighbors. A clown with a whistle. And what if little Timmy cries when we take his new action figure?" "Timmy won't cry," Molly grins. "We distract him. Bill, you're the distraction. You waltz in, trip over the cake, and make a huge scene. Everyone's too busy laughing at you to notice the presents vanishing." "Distract *me*?" Bill splutters. "I'm the brains of this operation! I don't trip over cake!" "Perfectly," Molly insists. "You're clumsy. It's your superpower. Meanwhile, I'll be the 'lost' party helper. Grab the loot while you're busy being the village idiot." Bill stares at her, then at the colorful balloons and giggling children. "This is insane. We'll get caught. We'll get arrested. We'll get... grounded?" "Grounding? Bill, this is the heist of the century! Think of the bragging rights. 'Yeah, we stole from a birthday party. What did you do?' We're legends!" Bill sighs, defeated. "Fine. But if we get caught, it's your idea. And no pony. I'm allergic." Molly beams. "Deal. Now, let's go make some chaos."