Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ37FHT1WRDKYYN730ZTHC

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 invitations in one hand, flipped through them like a dealer at a high-stakes poker game. "Positive. The kid’s name is Timothy. Parents are loaded. Presents will be top-tier." Molly crossed her arms. "Top-tier? We’re robbing a five-year-old’s birthday party. What’s the best-case scenario here? A Lego set and a stuffed animal?" Bill grinned. "You’re thinking small. This is a *themed* party. Pirate treasure chest cake, gold-wrapped presents, the works. We’re talking high-value loot—maybe even a toy yacht or a diamond-encrusted action figure." Molly sighed. "You’re delusional. The only diamonds here are the ones in the glittery party hats." "Trust me," Bill said, tapping the side of his nose. "I’ve done my research. The parents are throwing this shindig to impress their rich friends. That means *quality* gifts. We’re talking designer teddy bears, limited-edition board games, maybe even a vintage comic book collection." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A comic book collection? At a kid’s party?" "Rich people are weird," Bill said with a shrug. "Point is, we go in, we grab, we go out. Easy." Molly chewed her lip. "And the security?" Bill waved a hand dismissively. "What security? It’s a kids’ party. The worst we’ll face is a mom with a clipboard and a *very* strong opinion about nap schedules." Molly groaned. "You’re not helping." "Look, just stick to the plan," Bill said, pulling out a crumpled map of the house. "We go in through the back, blend in with the kids, and start stuffing presents into our bags. If anyone asks, we’re ‘helping’ with the gift table." Molly eyed the map skeptically. "And if we get caught?" Bill grinned. "Then we blame the clown." Molly groaned again. "There’s a clown?" "Of course there’s a clown. It’s a kids’ party. And let me tell you, that guy’s got *shady* written all over him. If we get caught, we point fingers and run like our pants are on fire." Molly rubbed her temples. "This is the worst plan ever." Bill clapped her on the back. "That’s why it’s brilliant. No one expects thieves at a kids’ party. We’ll be in and out before the cake’s even cut." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we end up in jail, I’m telling the cops you made me do it." Bill winked. "Deal. Now let’s go steal some toys."