Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPTNDPMC2FN82DPC9XFX3J

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence of the brightly decorated backyard. "Bill, are you sure this is the right house? The last time we hit a kids' party, we ended up with a room full of plastic dinosaurs and a very angry unicorn piñata." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the streamers. "Relax, Molly. This one’s different. The kid’s parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier—no stuffed animals, just gadgets and cash. And look at that security. Zero. Just a bunch of parents too busy pretending they like juice boxes." Molly squinted at the crowd. "You call that zero security? There’s a clown." "Exactly. Clowns are the ultimate distraction. No one suspects the clown. Except maybe the kids, but they’re too busy screaming to notice us." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. And I’m telling them you’re the one who ate all the cupcakes." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, here’s the plan: you create a diversion—maybe fake a choking hazard with a Lego—and I’ll slip in through the gift table. We’ll meet at the van in five." Molly groaned. "You want me to fake a choking hazard at a kids’ party? That’s dark, even for us." Bill shrugged. "Hey, desperate times. And desperate thieves." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re lucky I like you, Bill." "Love you too, partner. Now let’s go steal some toys."