Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPHSJ1GB67Z84HA1JTPQE6

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence outside the brightly decorated backyard. "You ever notice how kids' parties are the easiest marks? No security, no alarms, just a bunch of parents too busy stuffing their faces with cupcakes to notice a couple of professionals at work." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the inflatable castle bouncy thing. "Yeah, but have you seen the competition? Those little monsters are faster than greased lightning. One wrong move and we’re outed by a five-year-old with a juice box." Molly smirked. "Please. We’ve stolen from museums, casinos, even a freaking zoo. A few toddlers aren’t gonna stop us. Besides, the presents are right there, under the tree. No safes, no guards, just a big red bow screaming *take me*." Bill sighed. "Okay, but we need a plan. We can’t just waltz in like we’re here for the cake. Parents are suspicious." Molly pulled out a crumpled flyer. "Easy. We’re the clowns. Look, they’re short-staffed. One of the clowns called in sick. We fill in, do a few balloon animals, and when the coast is clear, we swap the presents with our dupes." Bill blinked. "You want us to *clown*?" "Relax, it’s just face paint and a wig. You’ll be fine. Worst case, you trip over your own feet and get booed by a kindergartener. Big deal." Bill groaned. "I’d rather rob a bank." Molly patted his shoulder. "Too late. We’re committed. Now, let’s go get our big shoes on." They slipped into the back of the party, where a harried-looking party planner handed them oversized noses and floppy hats. Molly grinned. "See? Piece of cake." Bill adjusted his wig and muttered, "I hate you." Molly laughed. "No, you don’t. You love the thrill. Now, let’s go make some kids cry with our terrible magic tricks." Bill groaned again but followed her toward the crowd of giggling children. "This is a terrible idea." Molly winked. "That’s why it’s gonna work."