Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY830KZ1X9QJE3RAEQEK1R1

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" balloon cast long shadows across the backseat of Bill’s beat-up van as Molly adjusted the strap of her backpack, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the leather. The party was in full swing inside the house—laughter, squeals, and the unmistakable clink of plastic cups filled with juice. Perfect. Bill leaned back in his seat, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You sure about this, Molly? Stealing from kids? That’s like robbing a library—where’s the fun in that?" Molly shot him a look that could curdle milk. "First of all, they’re not *kids*, they’re *consumers*. And second, you’ve been saying that since we scoped out the place. The parents are the real targets—they’re the ones who’ll notice if we’re not there to *deliver* the presents." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, so now we’re *delivery guys* who got sidetracked? That’s a new one." "Bill, focus. The security’s a joke—just a motion-sensor light and a dog that’s probably more interested in sniffing its own butt than us. And the parents? They’re all too busy making sure their little angels don’t eat the cake raw." Bill held up a hand. "Wait, wait—you’re telling me we’re breaking into a *children’s party* because the parents are too distracted to notice us? That’s like robbing a bank during naptime." Molly rolled her eyes. "It’s *strategy*, Bill. And the best part? We’re not just stealing the presents—we’re *replacing* them with something *better*. Think about it: a kid unboxes a brand-new toy, only to find out it’s a *real* diamond-encrusted iPad. Their parents will be *thrilled*." Bill whistled low. "Now that’s a heist with *legacy*." Molly grinned. "Exactly. And by the time they figure out what happened, the presents will be long gone—sold to some poor sap who thinks he’s getting a steal at a garage sale." Bill leaned forward, suddenly serious. "You know, for a plan that involves stealing from kids, I’m weirdly proud of you." Molly smirked. "That’s because you’re a softie at heart, Bill. Now, let’s go before the cake gets eaten." Bill sighed, reaching for the door handle. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for *encouraging* me to steal from children." Molly laughed as she grabbed her bag. "Deal. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Don’t forget the duct tape." Bill groaned. "I *hate* you."