Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9WR7A8CR7GEPAJZJ9XF4Q

Molly hunched over the cluttered kitchen table, blueprints of the suburban McMansion spread out like a treasure map for toddlers. Bill paced behind her, twirling a fake mustache that kept slipping off his sweaty upper lip. The target: Timmy Turner's eighth birthday bash, a piñata-packed extravaganza loaded with gadgets, games, and enough gift wrap to choke a unicorn. "Disguises first," Molly whispered, pinning a clown nose to her jacket. "We go in as party crashers—me as the balloon lady, you as the face-painter with a criminal record." Bill snorted, adjusting his oversized bow tie. "Why not just grab the gifts during the cake smash? Kids'll be too sticky to notice." "Brilliant, but timing's key," she replied, circling the backyard on the map. "We slip in at 2 PM, when Pin the Tail's in full swing. Load the van with presents while they're blindfolded." He grinned, imagining stacks of Lego sets and remote-control cars. "Escape route: bounce house to the fence. I'll rig it with hidden zip ties." Molly nodded, suppressing a giggle at the sheer ridiculousness. Stealing from snot-nosed brats felt low, but the payday? Pure gold. As sirens wailed faintly outside—probably just an ice cream truck—they clinked coffee mugs, sealing their pint-sized plot.