Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYA2CHV2Y9GWZM07C3B9AQQ

Molly paced the dimly lit motel room, her black turtleneck clashing with the faded floral wallpaper. Bill slouched on the bed, scribbling notes on a pizza box lid, his fake mustache dangling precariously from one side. "This gig's a goldmine," Molly whispered, eyes gleaming. "A kids' birthday bash—presents stacked like pyramids. We slip in as clowns, grab the loot, and vanish before cake time." Bill snorted, adjusting his mustache. "Clowns? With my fear of balloons? One pop and I'm done." She rolled her eyes. "Grow up. I've got the blueprints—party at the McAllister mansion. Caterers enter at noon; we blend in, stuff the sacks, and exit via the bounce house." He grinned. "Bounce house escape? Genius. But what if the kids spot us?" Molly smirked. "Distract 'em with balloon animals. You're the artist, remember?" Bill flexed his fingers dramatically. "Fine, but if a piñata breaks loose, you're on your own." They high-fived, laughter echoing as they envisioned the chaos: toddlers wailing over empty gift tables, parents baffled by vanishing clowns. The heist of the century, or at least the funniest flop in thief history. Little did they know, the "presents" were just wrapped socks from Aunt Edna.