Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY993DCTAJ2PS6CTZW235SV

Molly adjusted her ski mask and grinned at Bill, who was already stuffing his pockets with candy from the party table. "Alright, genius," she whispered, "how’s the plan going so far?" Bill popped a gummy worm into his mouth. "Smooth as a baby’s bottom. I mean, who suspects a guy in a clown nose and a onesie?" "Exactly. Now, the presents are under the tree, right?" "Oh yeah, wrapped in glitter and probably full of tiny toys that’ll sell for big bucks on the dark web." Molly eyed the piñata hanging ominously. "We gotta move fast. Kids are gonna start opening presents any second." Bill nodded. "I’ll distract the parents with my *amazing* magic tricks—mostly just pulling a quarter from behind someone’s ear." "Brilliant. I’ll grab the presents. But if I see a single Lego, I’m throwing it back." Bill gasped. "Lego? That’s *evidence*. We’re professionals." "Professionals who don’t want to explain to the cops why we have a box of tiny plastic bricks." A child’s voice piped up. "Mommy, why’s that clown doing the hokey pokey?" Bill froze. "Uh… it’s a *cultural dance*." Molly sighed. "Just run."