Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPHJEFC8G8C1Z5AKZA0ME2

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence of the brightly colored backyard. "You realize this is the dumbest plan we’ve ever had, right?" Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the inflatable castle. "Hey, desperate times. Kids’ parties are like treasure chests of unsupervised loot. Plus, look at all those presents under the tree. Easy pickings." Molly groaned. "We’re going to jail. Or worse, we’ll be the villains in some kid’s nightmare for life." "Relax," Bill said, patting her shoulder. "We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut. Just act natural. Blend in." "Blend in? I’m wearing a tuxedo, and you’re dressed like a clown." Bill grinned. "Exactly. Who’s gonna suspect the clown? Kids love clowns." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I have to juggle, I’m quitting." "Deal. Now, here’s the plan—" A loud voice cut him off. "Excuse me, are you two here for the party?" Molly and Bill turned to see a woman in a frilly dress staring at them. Bill’s grin faltered. "Uh… yeah! We’re the entertainment." The woman frowned. "But the clown’s already here." Molly groaned. "We’re the backup clowns." The woman squinted. "You don’t look like clowns." Bill adjusted his hat. "We’re avant-garde clowns." The woman blinked. "…Okay. Just don’t scare the kids." As she walked away, Molly muttered, "We’re so dead." Bill clapped his hands. "No time to panic! Operation Present Heist is a go!"