Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG6EF13ZBXP14YBXW2FQ80

Molly adjusted her oversized, rainbow wig,peering into a cracked mirror. "Bill, seriously? A clown? At a kids' party? This is genius." Bill adjusted his own ridiculous red nose, squinting at the party decorations through the window. "Genius? Molly, we're breaking into a birthday party. We're going to steal stuffed animals and cheap plastic toys. What's the plan? Hide in the cake?" "Plan B," Molly said, pulling out a small, shiny object. "This. It's a universal party favor opener. Works on any wrapping paper. And Bill," she added, holding up a large, slightly damp sponge, "this is for... crowd control. You know, in case the toddlers get rowdy." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Molly, we're professional thieves. We don't need a sponge. And why do we need to look like clowns? Can't we just... sneak in?" Molly grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sneak in? Bill, this is a children's party! They expect clowns! We blend right in. Besides," she gestured wildly at the colorful balloons outside, "look at this place. It's a zoo. We'll be invisible in the chaos." Bill looked skeptical but resigned. "Fine. Clowns it is. But if one of those kids asks for my autograph, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, slapping him on the back. "Deal. Now, remember the plan. We hit the presents table first. The big one in the corner. It's wrapped in that shiny gold paper. Bill, you distract the parents. Molly, you grab the loot. Easy." "Distract the parents? How? By juggling?" Bill asked, already dreading the idea. Molly winked. "Exactly. Juggling. I've seen videos. It's all about the flair. And the fake laughter. Lots of fake laughter." Bill groaned. "This is ridiculous." "Perfect," Molly said, beaming. "Ridiculous is our cover. Now, let's go make some magic." They crept towards the party entrance, Molly clutching the sponge and the universal opener, Bill gripping the juggling balls. Molly took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed open the door. Inside, the room erupted in excited chatter. Children ran in circles, parents hovered near the food table, and a real clown, complete with a red nose and oversized shoes, was attempting a unicycle routine that ended in a spectacular, albeit harmless, tumble. Molly and Bill froze for a split second, then Molly stepped forward, her voice booming with forced joviality. "Hey, everybody! Look who showed up! Bill and Molly, the world's most amazing clown duo!" Bill, following her lead, tried to mimic her enthusiasm, waving his juggling balls awkwardly. "Yeah! We're here to bring the fun! And maybe... steal some presents? Just kidding! Mostly kidding!" A small child pointed, eyes wide. "Mommy, are those clowns real?" Molly flashed a dazzling, slightly manic smile. "Real enough! Now, who wants to see a trick?" She brandished the sponge. "Watch this!" She pretended to wipe a non-existent smudge off a child's cheek, eliciting a giggle. "See? Magic!" Bill, meanwhile, sidled towards the presents table, the universal opener already in his hand. He scanned the room, spotting the gold-wrapped present Molly had mentioned. Perfect. He reached for the ribbon. Suddenly, a loud, indignant voice cut through the noise. "Hey! You can't just take that!" It was a parent, arms crossed, glaring at Bill. Bill froze, the ribbon dangling uselessly. Molly spun around, her clown persona instantly shifting to defensive. "What? We're just... admiring the wrapping paper! It's so shiny!" The parent wasn't buying it. "That's my daughter's present! You leave it alone!" Molly's eyes darted around, searching for an escape. Bill, meanwhile, was already fumbling with the opener, trying to look busy. "Look," Molly said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we're here to help. We're... party security? Yeah! Party security! We need to check for... dangerous clowns? Or something." The parent looked confused. "Party security?" Bill, seizing the moment, started juggling the balls clumsily. "See? We're busy! We can't steal presents! We're too busy being security!" The parent stared, then shrugged, a look of utter bewilderment crossing their face. "Well... okay, I guess. Just don't let the kids eat the cake before the birthday song." Molly and Bill exchanged a look of pure, exhausted relief. They had survived the first hurdle. The presents were still there. For now. Bill finally managed to open the ribbon on the gold-wrapped box. Inside, nestled among tissue paper, was a small, plush teddy bear. Not exactly the treasure they'd envisioned. Molly sighed dramatically, holding up the bear. "Well, Bill. Looks like our heist was a success. We stole... a teddy bear." Bill just shook his head, a small, reluctant smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. A very expensive teddy bear." He looked around the chaotic party, the laughter, the balloons, the sheer, overwhelming noise. "Maybe we should just... leave it. And the presents. And the party. And go back to robbing banks." Molly nodded, tucking the bear under her arm. "Sounds like a plan. But next time," she added, adjusting her wig, "let's rob a bank."