Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQJJ8RTTJ1N95E46GR7JF8

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the wrought-iron fence, eyeing the brightly colored balloons bobbing in the breeze. "You ever notice how kids' parties are the easiest marks? No security, no alarms, just a bunch of sugared-up toddlers and their clueless parents." Bill scratched his stubble, squinting at the house. "Yeah, but we’re not exactly the ‘blending in’ types, Mol. Last time we tried to pass as parents, we got kicked out for ‘looking suspicious.’" Molly scoffed. "That was one time, and it was because you tried to bribe the clown with a twenty to ‘disappear.’" "Hey, he was creepy! And I was doing you a favor—no one wants a clown at a heist." "Focus, Bill. The presents are inside, the parents are distracted, and the kids are too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us. It’s perfect." Bill sighed. "Fine. But how do we get in? The front door’s a no-go—too many eyes. Back door?" Molly grinned. "Better. We go in through the gift table." Bill blinked. "The… gift table?" "Yep. We wait until the birthday kid’s opening presents, then we ‘accidentally’ knock it over while ‘helping.’ Chaos ensues, we grab what we can, and boom—we’re out before anyone realizes half the loot’s missing." Bill rubbed his temples. "That’s the dumbest plan you’ve ever had, and that’s saying something." "Oh, come on! It’s foolproof. Kids love chaos. They’ll think it’s part of the fun." "Or they’ll scream, and we’ll get tackled by a horde of tiny humans." Molly waved a hand. "Pfft. We’ll be long gone by then. Just stick to the plan—distract, grab, and go." Bill groaned. "Distract how? You want me to juggle? Do a magic trick?" Molly smirked. "Even better. You’re the birthday kid’s ‘mystery uncle.’" "Excuse me?" "Yeah! You show up late, act surprised, say you forgot it was their birthday, and then ‘help’ with the presents. No one questions a relative." Bill stared at her. "I don’t have a relative’s face." "Sure you do. Just look confused and say ‘Oh, I’m Uncle… uh… Bob.’" "Bob? That’s the best you’ve got?" Molly shrugged. "Works in a pinch. And if anyone asks, you’re ‘Bob from accounting.’" Bill groaned again. "This is a terrible idea." "Relax. It’ll be fine. Just remember—distract, grab, and go." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if this goes south, I’m blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now let’s go steal some toys."