Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY84NTTBEYWQJN8T70DA0VG

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" balloon cast long shadows across the table as Molly swirled a glass of something that was definitely not juice. Bill leaned in, his breath smelling like stale pretzels and bad decisions. "Alright, listen up, *partner*," Molly said, tapping her fingernail against the glass. "We’re not just stealing presents. We’re stealing *the spirit* of Christmas. The joy. The glittery chaos. The part where kids scream and parents look like they’ve seen a ghost." Bill scratched his chin. "So we’re robbing a *party*? That’s not a heist, that’s a *raid*." "Details." Molly waved a hand. "First, we get in. Second, we grab the good stuff. Third, we vanish before the parents realize their kid’s birthday is now a crime scene." Bill groaned. "How do we get in?" Molly grinned. "Easy. We don’t. We *become* the party." Bill blinked. "You want us to *crash* a kids’ party?" "Exactly." Molly leaned forward. "We show up as the ‘cool aunt’ and ‘the guy who does magic tricks.’ We distract the parents, we charm the kids, and by the time they notice the presents are missing, we’ll be long gone—with a piñata full of cash and a lifetime supply of regret." Bill stared at her. "You’re evil." Molly smirked. "No, I’m *efficient*." She raised her glass. "To heists that leave no trace… except maybe a few missing teeth."