Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7GX9CRH5FEPA9AYWES1N1

Molly hunched over the rickety kitchen table, blueprints of the suburban mansion spread out like a treasure map to piñata paradise. Bill paced, twirling a fake mustache he'd stolen from a costume shop—ironic, since they were targeting a kid's birthday bash. "Look, Bill, it's foolproof," Molly whispered, jabbing a finger at the diagram. "We pose as clowns. Slip in during the cake smash, grab the gift pile while the rugrats are distracted by balloon animals." Bill snorted, nearly tripping over his untied shoelaces. "Clowns? I can't juggle worth a damn. Last time I tried, I beaned myself with a rubber chicken." "Exactly! Play the bumbling fool—kids love that. We'll stuff the presents into oversized polka-dot pants. Out the back door in five minutes flat." He leaned in, eyes gleaming. "And the take? Designer bikes, video games—easy ten grand resale." Molly grinned wickedly. "More like twenty. But watch for the birthday boy; he's got a ninja phase." Bill chuckled. "Ninja toddler? Bring it. We're the dynamic duo of dastardly delight." As they high-fived, a stray blueprint fluttered to the floor, revealing the party's theme: Superhero Safari. Molly groaned. "Great, now we need capes and toy rifles?" Bill winked. "Adapt and steal, partner. Adapt and steal."