Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPEC3CWQST2BD8BC0H1A24

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence outside the brightly colored party tent. "You realize this is the dumbest heist we’ve ever attempted, right?" Bill, balancing a stack of stolen party hats in one hand, grinned. "Come on, Molly. Kids’ parties are the future. No security, no alarms, just a bunch of sugar-high toddlers who won’t even notice we’re here." Molly sighed. "Oh, sure, because nothing ever goes wrong when you’re surrounded by tiny humans who scream at the sight of their own shadows." Bill waved a hand dismissively. "Pfft. We’ll be in and out before they even realize the presents are gone. Besides, who’s gonna stop us? The clown?" Molly groaned. "You’re telling me you didn’t see the guy in the giant shoes and rainbow wig lurking by the punch bowl? That’s not a clown, Bill. That’s a trained professional." Bill chuckled. "Oh, please. What’s he gonna do? Squirt us with a flower? Throw a pie?" Molly crossed her arms. "I don’t know, but I’m not sticking around to find out. We go in, we grab the presents, and we leave. No detours, no distractions. Got it?" Bill saluted mockingly. "Aye, aye, Captain. But if we see a piñata, we’re taking that too." Molly shot him a look. "You’re impossible." Just then, a loud crash echoed from inside the tent, followed by the sound of children shrieking. Bill’s eyes lit up. "Perfect distraction! Let’s move." Molly grabbed his arm. "Wait—what was that?" Bill shrugged. "Probably just a kid face-planted into the cake. Classic party move. Come on!" They ducked under the tent flap and slipped inside, blending into the chaos. A group of kids were gathered around a toppled table, screaming over a spilled mountain of cupcakes. Molly nudged Bill. "See? No one’s even looking at us." Bill grinned. "Told you. Now, where’s the present table?" Molly pointed to a corner where a towering stack of brightly wrapped boxes sat untouched. "There. But how do we carry all that out without looking suspicious?" Bill rubbed his chin. "Easy. We pretend to be the cleanup crew." Molly raised an eyebrow. "The what?" Bill grabbed a nearby broom and dustpan. "Watch and learn, my dear." He marched over to the present table, swept the broom dramatically, and then started loading boxes into a nearby laundry basket. Molly hurried after him. "You’re insane. This is never going to work." Bill winked. "It’s working so far, isn’t it?" Just then, a small voice piped up behind them. "Excuse me, mister?" Bill froze. Molly turned slowly to see a little girl in a pink dress, staring up at them with wide, curious eyes. Molly forced a smile. "Uh, hi there! We’re just… helping clean up." The girl tilted her head. "But you’re taking the presents." Bill coughed. "Ah, well, you see, we’re actually the… present delivery team. We’re taking them to the car so they don’t get squished." The girl frowned. "But my mommy said the presents stay here until the end of the party." Molly’s smile faltered. "Oh, did she? Well, maybe she meant the *other* presents. The ones that aren’t… uh… already in the car." The girl crossed her arms. "No. She said *all* the presents." Bill leaned down, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Listen, kid, how about we make a deal? You let us take these, and we’ll make sure you get the biggest one later." The girl gasped. "You’re *stealing* them!" Molly groaned. "We’re not stealing, we’re—" "RUN!" Bill shouted, grabbing Molly’s arm and bolting for the exit. The girl shrieked, "STOP THE THIEVES!" Molly and Bill burst out of the tent, dodging streamers and balloons, as the sound of tiny feet pounded behind them. Bill glanced back. "I think we’ve been made." Molly gritted her teeth. "No kidding. And I *told* you this was a bad idea!" They vaulted over the fence just as the clown appeared, honking a horn and waving a giant foam finger. Bill skidded to a halt. "Okay, maybe the clown *is* a trained professional." Molly grabbed his arm. "Move it!" They sprinted down the street, the sound of children’s laughter and the distant honk of a clown’s horn fading behind them. Bill panted. "Well… that could’ve gone better." Molly shot him a glare. "You’re *never* planning another heist again." Bill grinned. "You say that every time." Molly sighed. "And yet, here we are."