Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPGCJDAGT1E9G055T30JEH

**Molly:** "Bill, I’ve got a foolproof plan. We’re hitting the Thompson kid’s birthday party tonight." **Bill:** "A children’s party? Molly, that’s low. Even for us." **Molly:** "Low? Bill, those kids won’t even notice. They’ll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake and screaming about bouncy castles." **Bill:** "And what’s the grand prize here? A bunch of plastic toys and a few gift cards?" **Molly:** "Exactly. No security. No alarms. Just a bunch of parents too drunk on Pimm’s to notice two adults lurking near the gift table." **Bill:** "You’re forgetting the piñata. That thing’s a weapon. One swing and we’re out cold." **Molly:** "We’ll go in after the piñata. By then, the kids will be too sugared up to care. We’ll just… blend in." **Bill:** "Blend in? Molly, we’re both in our thirties. The last time I blended in at a kids’ party, I got drafted into a game of musical chairs." **Molly:** "Fine. We’ll wear costumes. You be a clown. I’ll be a magician." **Bill:** "A clown? Molly, I’m allergic to face paint." **Molly:** "Then you’ll just have to sneeze your way through the heist. Come on, Bill. Think of the loot. Think of the glory." **Bill:** "Think of the therapy bills. Alright, fine. But if I have to juggle, I’m quitting." **Molly:** "Deal. Now, let’s go steal some kids’ toys like the professionals we are."