Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8RZ464VB5CZEBHXS9TQ2R

Molly paced the dingy motel room, her eyes gleaming with mischief, while Bill hunched over a crumpled blueprint of the suburban McMansion. "Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly said, jabbing a finger at the map. "The party's at noon tomorrow—little Timmy's turning eight. Balloons, cake, the works. Our target: that pile of presents under the bouncy castle." Bill scratched his beard. "Presents? For kids? Molly, that's low even for us. What if we get caught by a pack of sugar-rushed munchkins?" "Low? It's genius! We'll dress as clowns—big shoes, red noses, the whole shebang. You distract with balloon animals, I'll snatch the gifts into our giant clown pants." "Clown pants? Those things could hide a pony! But what about the parents? Soccer moms with pepper spray?" "Easy—I'll spike the punch with laxatives. They'll be too busy in the bathroom to notice. We zip-line out the window with the loot. Imagine the haul: bikes, toys, maybe a PlayStation!" Bill chuckled. "You're insane. Remember the zoo heist? We almost got mauled by penguins." "This is foolproof! In and out in ten minutes. We'll fence the stuff at the black market toy exchange. Come on, partner—let's make some kids cry... for comedy's sake." Bill sighed. "Fine, but if a toddler bites me, you're on diaper duty."