Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXPZG39N70WY9EG9TZ7XXV0

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 exploded on a cupcake." Bill, balancing a stack of stolen party supplies in his arms, grinned. "Positive. The kid’s parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier. Maybe even a drone. Or a pony. You never know with these rich folks." Molly snorted. "A pony? You think they’re just gonna leave a pony under the tree?" "Stranger things have happened," Bill said, shifting the pile. "Besides, we’re not here for the pony. We’re here for the *value*. And the cake. That cake looks illegal." Molly peeked over the hedge, eyeing the backyard where a dozen children shrieked and chased each other with inflatable hammers. "How do we even get in? The place is swarming with tiny humans." Bill tapped his chin. "Distraction. Classic move. You go first. Flirt with the dad. Tell him you’re a long-lost cousin from Canada." Molly groaned. "I’m not doing your accent again. Last time, I got kicked out of a bingo hall." "Fine, fine. Then we go with Plan B. You cause a scene. Fake a seizure or something." Molly crossed her arms. "I am *not* faking a seizure." "Okay, okay. How about this—you ‘accidentally’ trip into the gift table. Knock it over. Chaos ensues. We grab the loot." Molly considered it. "That’s… actually not terrible. But what if someone recognizes us?" Bill waved a hand. "Pfft. Who’s gonna recognize us? We’re in disguise." Molly looked down at her outfit—a neon pink tutu over her black pants, a tiara, and a name tag that read "Auntie Molly." "This is the worst disguise ever." "Exactly," Bill said. "No one expects the thief to be the one wearing a tutu. It’s genius." Molly sighed. "Alright, fine. But if this goes south, I’m blaming you." Bill clapped her on the shoulder. "Deal. Now, on three, you go in. One… two…" Molly took a deep breath and stepped forward—only to trip over a garden gnome. Bill facepalmed. "Or we could just go with the accident plan."