Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAA62YK9E32SY36DVXV8G6

Molly paced the dimly lit motel room, a crumpled blueprint of the suburban backyard sprawled across the bed. Bill lounged against the wall, munching on stale chips, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly said, jabbing a finger at the map. "The party's at noon. Kids everywhere, balloons, cake—the works. We slip in as entertainers. You be the magician, I'll be the clown." Bill snorted, crumbs flying. "A clown? With your face? You'll scare the little brats straight into therapy!" "Shut it! It's perfect camouflage. While you're pulling rabbits out of hats, I'll scout the present pile under the pinata. We grab the goods during the chaos of musical chairs." "But what about the parents? Soccer moms with eyes like hawks," Bill countered, wiping his hands on his shirt. "Distraction, genius! You 'accidentally' set off fireworks. Boom—panic ensues. I swoop in with a giant sack, load up the Barbies and video games, and we're out before they sing happy birthday." Bill grinned. "And the getaway? My van's got that clown mural—subtle as a brick." "Park it blocks away. We hoof it. Easy peasy." "Easy? Last time you said that, we ended up in a dumpster with a ferret!" Molly laughed. "This time, no ferrets. Just riches. Deal?" "Deal. Let's make those kids cry... with joy, of course."