Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG3MX70JPJ0FY3XJZG3Q0F

Molly leaned against thebrick wall, her eyes fixed on the brightly colored balloons bobbing above the backyard fence. Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through the binoculars with intense focus. "Okay, Bill," she said, her voice low but laced with excitement, "this is it. The ultimate score. All those shiny boxes under the tree. Pure gold." Bill lowered the binoculars, his expression serious. "Molly, it's a children's party. The presents are... well, children's presents. Stuffed animals, toy cars, maybe some cheap plastic crap. Not exactly a vault full of diamonds." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Details, Bill. Details. Think of the potential. That giant teddy bear could fetch a pretty penny on the black market. And those action figures? Collectors love them. Plus, the wrapping paper alone is worth something, right?" She grinned, imagining stacks of cash. Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, the risk is insane. Kids. Parents. Security guards. The sheer... innocence. How do we even get in? The fence is six feet high. The gate is locked. And what about the noise? A toddler's scream could alert the whole neighborhood." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's where you're wrong, Bill. Kids are noisy anyway. We blend in. We're just another group of adults supervising. We bring a cooler. We look responsible. We bring the kids. We're the cool aunt and uncle." Bill shook his head, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Fine. But the plan is simple. We arrive early, act friendly. You distract the parents. I... I handle the presents. Quietly. No smashing. No alarms. Just... grab and go." Molly nodded eagerly. "Perfect. And the loot? We split it fifty-fifty. You take the action figures, I take the stuffed animals. The glitter on that cake? That's mine. Pure sparkle." Bill raised an eyebrow. "The cake? Molly, we're stealing presents, not dessert. That's... that's not part of the plan." Molly's grin widened. "Why not? It's shiny. It's sweet. It's... celebratory. We deserve a treat after a job well done. Plus, it's a great distraction. Kids love cake. They'll be too busy eating to notice us leaving with their toys." Bill stared at her, then let out a low chuckle. "You are absolutely insane. But... okay. Cake it is. Just... try not to trip over the clown's shoes on the way out. And for the love of all that's holy, don't let the birthday boy see you." Molly winked. "Don't worry, Bill. I've got this. Now, let's go make some kids cry. Or at least, make their parents cry when they realize their Lego set is gone." She straightened her jacket, a determined gleam in her eye. "Operation Glitter and Greed is a go."