Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9S7011ZRRQ75ZTJQV47P1

In the dimly lit backroom of O'Malley's Pub, Molly leaned over a crumpled blueprint, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Bill, her burly partner, chomped on a cigar, squinting at the scribbled notes. "Alright, Bill, the party's at noon in that fancy backyard. Clowns, balloons, the works," Molly whispered, tracing a finger along the map. "We sneak in as entertainers—me as a magician, you as the world's worst balloon animal guy." Bill grunted, twisting a pretend balloon. "And the presents? They're piled under that big tent, right?" "Exactly. While the kids are distracted by the piñata, we grab the loot. Easy peasy." The blueprint showed the layout: swing sets, a bouncy castle, and a massive gift table overflowing with wrapped boxes. Molly imagined the chaos—screaming toddlers, harried parents, and them slipping away with sacks full of toys. "But what if some brat spots us?" Bill asked, his voice a low rumble. Molly grinned. "We bribe 'em with candy. Kids love sugar more than justice." Bill chuckled, the cigar smoke curling upward. As they high-fived, the plan felt foolproof, or at least hilariously chaotic. Little did they know, the party's guard dog was no ordinary pup.