Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPVHV8B4TT1QW7XP36T769

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence, eyeing the brightly colored bounce house in the 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, squinting at the house. "Yeah, but this one’s got a twist. The kid’s parents are ex-cops. You think they’d leave the presents unguarded?" Molly scoffed. "Please. Ex-cops or not, they’re still parents. They’re too busy pretending they don’t see the kid next door throwing dirt at their son to notice us slipping in the back door." Bill chuckled. "Fair point. So, what’s the play? We go in as party crashers?" Molly shook her head. "Too obvious. We’re going in as the magician’s assistants. I already scoped out the guy—he’s a hack. Disappearing rabbits? Please. I could do that with one hand tied behind my back." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly does that help us steal the presents?" Molly grinned. "Simple. We ‘assist’ him with his act, then ‘accidentally’ knock over his prop box right next to the gift table. While everyone’s distracted by the ‘magic,’ we swap the presents with our dupes." Bill crossed his arms. "And what if the magician’s not buying it?" Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Then we improvise. You know, like that time we pretended to be health inspectors to steal the safe from that bakery." Bill groaned. "Yeah, and we still got chased by a guy with a rolling pin." "Details," Molly said, brushing it off. "Look, the key is confidence. We walk in like we own the place, and no one questions us." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if this goes south, I’m blaming you." Molly clapped him on the back. "Deal. Now, let’s go steal some toys before the birthday boy even gets to open them." They strolled toward the gate, Molly already practicing her best magician’s assistant smile. Bill muttered under his breath, "I can’t believe we’re robbing a kid’s party." Molly shot him a look. "Relax. It’s not like we’re taking candy from babies. We’re taking presents from parents who’ll just buy more. It’s practically a public service." Bill rolled his eyes. "You’re a terrible person." Molly grinned. "And yet, you love me." They pushed through the gate, blending into the crowd of parents and kids. Molly adjusted her wig and straightened her sequined top. "Remember, act natural. And if anyone asks, we’re here to make the magic happen." Bill groaned again. "This is going to be a disaster." Molly linked arms with him, pulling him toward the magician. "Nah. It’s going to be *legendary*."