Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPSGWW31ZDX7V0AVH2PM12

Molly adjusted the oversized sunglasses perched on her nose and squinted at the brightly colored banner fluttering in the breeze. "You sure this is the right place, Bill? It looks like a rainbow threw up on a house." Bill, balancing a stack of stolen party supplies in his arms, grinned. "Trust me, Molly. The kid’s parents are loaded. This isn’t just any birthday party—it’s a goldmine. Literally. I heard the presents are wrapped in solid gold foil." Molly snorted. "Right. And I heard the last guy who tried to rob a kids' party got tackled by a five-year-old in a superhero costume." "Details," Bill waved a hand dismissively. "We’re professionals. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut." Molly crossed her arms. "And how exactly do we explain our presence at a children’s party? ‘Oh, hi, we’re just here to steal all the toys’?" Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which was already slipping. "Easy. We’re the magicians. The parents hired us to do a show. We’ll pull a few rabbits out of hats, make some balloons disappear—" "And then make all the presents disappear," Molly finished dryly. "You know, most magicians don’t end their acts by robbing the audience." "Most magicians aren’t as talented as us," Bill said, puffing out his chest. "Besides, we’ll be wearing these." He pulled out two matching clown wigs from his pocket. Molly stared at them. "You’re kidding." "Style is key, Molly. Kids love clowns." "Kids also love clowns until they realize they’re about to get robbed by them." Bill ignored her and plopped the wig onto his head. "See? Instant trust. Now, the plan is simple. We go in, we charm the crowd, and when the parents aren’t looking, we swap the presents with these." He gestured to the stack of empty boxes behind him. Molly picked up one of the boxes and shook it. "These are empty." "Exactly. Genius, right?" Molly sighed. "And what happens when the kid opens one and finds nothing but air?" Bill waved a hand. "By then, we’ll be long gone. And hey, maybe the kid will learn a valuable lesson about the fleeting nature of material possessions." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re a terrible person." "Thank you," Bill said, bowing. "Now, let’s go steal some toys before the piñata gets broken open." Molly groaned but followed him toward the house. "If we get arrested, I’m blaming you." "Deal," Bill said cheerfully. "But we won’t. Because we’re the best." Molly muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "we’re idiots," but Bill was already striding toward the party, his clown wig bouncing with every step.