Run: 2026-02-18-01KHQ922A8VRKC33PSHX2ZH1TY

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Molly whispered, peering over the garden fence. "It's a victimless crime," Bill said. "They're seven year olds, Bill." "Who have too many presents. We're basically teaching them about loss. It's character building." "Is that what we're calling it now?" "We're philanthropists." "We're wearing black turtlenecks outside a bouncy castle." "Camouflage." "It's a pink bouncy castle." "Then we're slightly visible philanthropists. Now, the presents are by the clown." "There's a clown?" "Don't worry about the clown." "Bill, I'm absolutely worrying about the clown." "He's between us and forty wrapped gifts. Stay focused." "What's in the bags anyway?" "Lego, mostly. Some dolls. A remote control car that I actually want for myself." "This is rock bottom." "Rock bottom was the casino job." "Fair point." "On three we go over the fence, grab the presents, ignore the clown, and run." "And if someone spots us?" "Tell them we're the entertainment." "We're not the entertainment." "Then run faster. Ready?" "Absolutely not." "One, two—" "Wait, is that clown looking at us?" "He's always looking at us, Molly. That's what clowns do. Go."