Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPYW7MH16P9K0EFQXXE53J

The rain drummed against the roof of the stolen ice cream truck as Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned over the wheel. Beside her, Bill fiddled with a half-eaten candy bar, his fingers sticky with chocolate. "You're telling me we're robbing a *children's* party?" Bill said, licking his thumb. "What’s next, stealing candy from a baby?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It’s not stealing if the parents are too busy getting drunk to notice. Plus, have you *seen* the presents at these things? High-end toys, unopened electronics—it’s a goldmine." Bill groaned. "I still don’t get why we can’t hit a jewelry store like normal criminals." "Because normal criminals get caught," Molly said, tapping the dashboard. "This is *elegant*. We go in, we grab, we go out before the cake even gets cut. Easy." Bill squinted through the windshield at the brightly colored bounce house set up in the backyard. "And how exactly do we blend in?" Molly grinned and tossed him a plastic tiara. "You’re a clown." Bill caught it and stared at it like it was a live grenade. "I’m *what*?" "You heard me. Big shoes, red nose, the whole bit. I’ll be the ‘entertainer’ who ‘accidentally’ drops the presents into my bag." Bill’s face twisted in horror. "I am *not* wearing a clown suit." Molly shrugged. "Fine. You can be the ‘mysterious magician’ who ‘disappears’ with the loot. Either way, you’re wearing something ridiculous." Bill muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "I hate my life." Molly ignored him and pulled a map from her pocket. "Okay, here’s the plan. We park the truck, you go in first—" "Oh, *now* I go first?" Bill interrupted. "—and you distract the kids with your ‘magic.’" Molly made air quotes. "While they’re busy oohing and aahing, I’ll ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table." Bill crossed his arms. "And what if someone recognizes us?" Molly smirked. "Then we blame it on the clown." Bill groaned again. "I *knew* I should’ve stuck to bank jobs." Molly patted his shoulder. "Too late now. Besides, think of the kids. They’ll *love* you." Bill opened his mouth to argue, but Molly was already out of the truck, humming a cheerful tune as she adjusted her tiara. Bill sighed, stuffed the last of the candy bar into his mouth, and followed her toward the party, already regretting every life choice that had led him here.