Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY83P48KDH1ZM0N3J0GW9HG

Molly leaned over the blueprint of the suburban backyard, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, listen up. The party's at noon tomorrow—balloons, cake, a horde of screaming kids. Our target: that mountain of presents under the piñata tree." Bill scratched his head, peering at the scribbled map. "Molly, you sure about this? Breaking into a kiddie bash? What if they got clowns? Clowns freak me out." She rolled her eyes. "Clowns are the least of our worries. We'll go in disguised as birthday entertainers. You be the magician—pull rabbits out of hats to distract 'em. I'll swipe the gifts while they're oohing and aahing." "Rabbits? I can't even pull off a card trick! Last time I tried magic, I set the deck on fire," Bill groaned, waving his singed eyebrows for emphasis. "That's why we're pros, dummy. Improvise! I'll rig a smoke bomb for your grand finale. Poof—we vanish with the loot. Imagine the haul: action figures, dolls, maybe even a pony if we're lucky." Bill chuckled nervously. "A pony? In a bag? You're nuts. Fine, but if a toddler spots us, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, practice your abracadabra. This heist's gonna be child's play."