Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPMSDHPC7HWRB4TE7CT648

**Scene: The Great Toy Heist** Molly adjusted her sunglasses and leaned against the brick wall of the bakery across from the party venue. Bill crouched beside her, munching on a stolen cookie. “You’re eating evidence,” Molly hissed. “It’s a *cookie*,” Bill said, mouth full. “Not a *clue*.” “Same difference. Now focus. The party starts in twenty minutes. We need a plan.” Bill wiped crumbs off his jacket. “Easy. We go in, grab the presents, and leave before anyone notices.” Molly groaned. “That’s not a plan. That’s a *wish*. What if there’s security? What if the kids see us?” “Kids don’t care about security. They’re too busy eating cake and screaming.” “Exactly. They’ll scream *at us*.” Bill grinned. “Then we’ll be the coolest thieves ever. ‘The ones who made the kids scream.’” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “We’re stealing from *children*, Bill.” “Technically, we’re stealing from their *parents*. The kids just get the fun of watching us do it.” Molly sighed. “Fine. But we need a distraction. Something to keep the adults busy.” Bill snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it. You remember that time we set off a smoke bomb in the grocery store?” “Yes, and we were banned for life.” “Exactly. So we do it again, but this time, we *mean* to.” Molly hesitated. “That’s… actually not terrible.” “See? I’m a genius.” “You’re a disaster. But fine. You handle the smoke bomb. I’ll go for the presents.” Bill saluted. “Consider it done. But what if the parents try to stop us?” Molly smirked. “Then we play the ‘we’re the entertainers’ card. You know, like clowns.” Bill shuddered. “No clowning. I draw the line at clowning.” “Then what’s your brilliant alternative?” Bill thought for a second. “We tell them we’re the *gift wrappers*. No one questions gift wrappers.” Molly nodded. “That could work. But if anyone asks, we’re *professional* gift wrappers.” “Obviously. We wouldn’t just *anyone* wrap presents.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Alright, let’s do this. You set the smoke bomb, I’ll grab the loot. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Try not to eat any more evidence.” Bill held up his hands. “No promises.” They high-fived and split up, ready to execute the most ridiculous heist of their careers.