Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9FXZKRZX9848WSSJ70DQW

The chipped Formica of the diner booth stuck to Molly’s elbows. She traced the floral pattern with a sugar packet. “Okay, so picture this. Bounce house. Glitter. Absolute chaos.” Bill, meticulously dissecting a jelly donut, grunted. “Sounds like Tuesday.” “No, this is *opportunity*, Bill. Little Timmy’s fifth birthday. Parents distracted, sugar-fueled kids running amok. Prime present-snatching conditions.” “You want to rob a five-year-old?” “Not *rob*. Relocate. Temporarily borrow. Think of it as... festive redistribution of wealth.” Molly waved a hand dismissively. “The parents clearly have too much.” Bill finally looked up, powdered sugar dusting his nose. “And the plan? You going in dressed as a clown?” “Don't be ridiculous. Too predictable. I was thinking… catering staff. We offer balloon animals, subtly swap the gift bags with identical empties.” “Empty gift bags? That’s just cruel, Molly.” “Strategic! Less weight. Now, are you in or are you going to spend the afternoon alphabetizing your stamp collection?” “Fine, fine. Catering it is. But I get first dibs on the Lego.”