Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8SC4WZR2CYJC72PJ4XAHR

Molly and Bill hunched over a crumpled birthday invitation in their smoky hideout, eyes gleaming. "Bill, it's perfect! Rich kid's bash tomorrow—presents stacked like a gold mine!" Molly whispered, grinning wickedly. "Yeah? But snot-nosed rugrats everywhere. One tantrum and we're busted," Bill grumbled, scratching his chin. "Disguises, dummy! We go as the clown duo—me Bozo, you Ding-Dong. Juggle the gifts right out the door." Bill snorted. "Clowns? I look like a depressed walrus in red nose. What if they want balloon animals?" "Practice! Twist a present into a sword—poof, it's ours. Distraction: I spike the punch with sleepy-time juice. Kids nap, we load the van." "Genius, but the birthday cake? Guarded like Fort Knox by that pony mascot." "Pony? We bribe it with carrots laced with laxatives. Chaos ensues, we grab and dash through the bounce house exit." Bill laughed. "Bounce house getaway? We'll look like idiots tumbling with loot!" "Idiots who retire rich. Timing: Cake at two, heist at two-oh-five. No kids, no cops—just us and a mountain of Barbies and Xboxes!" "Deal. World's dumbest heist—stealing from toddlers." They clinked coffee mugs, cackling.