Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8KK1TXCW4NYC32JJ0GMXD

Molly leaned against the dingy warehouse wall, eyeing Bill with a smirk. "Alright, genius, spill it. How do we crash this kiddie bash and snag every last present without ending up as piñata fodder?" Bill paced, waving a crumpled blueprint. "Easy, Mol. It's Princess Penelope's eighth birthday blowout at the mayor's mansion. Clowns, balloons, the works. We go in disguised as entertainers. You as the balloon-twisting auntie, me as the bumbling magician. 'Abracadabra, watch the gifts disappear!'" Molly snorted. "Bumbling? That's not a stretch for you. But seriously, Bill, those parents are vultures. One wrong move and we're explaining to cops why we're hauling Barbies in a sack." "Relax! I've got the layout. Service entrance at the back—cake delivery van pulls up at 2 PM. We hitch a ride, slip in during the chaos. Kids screaming, music blaring. Grab the gift table while they're doing the Hokey Pokey. 'What's that you put in? Your right foot? Nah, our getaway!'" She laughed. "You're insane. What if there's security? Or a nosy nanny?" "Security's a rent-a-cop dozing off. Nanny? Distract her with your 'magic' balloon animals. 'Look, a poodle! Now it's gone—poof!' Like the presents." Molly grinned. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming your lousy tricks. Deal?" "Deal. This'll be the heist of the century—or at least the playground."