Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAE1B94WCWJY1M4D73W4R0

The neon glow of a neon sign flickered outside the diner window, casting long shadows over the sticky booth where Molly leaned back, twirling a straw through her iced coffee like it was a magic wand. Bill slid into the seat across from her, already unbuttoning his jacket to reveal a suspiciously shiny new watch—one he’d "borrowed" from a very confused accountant. "Alright, Molly," Bill said, adjusting his cuffs with a flourish. "We’re stealing a *children’s party*. What’s the play?" Molly took a slow sip, then set the glass down with a dramatic sigh. "First off, Bill, you’re wearing *that* watch. Kids will see it and think it’s a clue. Second—" she tapped her temple, "—we’re not stealing *from* the kids. We’re stealing *for* the kids. Ever think about how many toys end up in landfills because some trust-fund brat outgrows them in a week?" Bill blinked. "That’s… actually a good point." "Good. So here’s the plan: we crash the party as ‘aunt and uncle’—you’re the loud, obnoxious one, I’m the ‘sweet but slightly unhinged’ one. We ‘accidentally’ knock over the gift table, then ‘help’ the kids pick out their presents while we ‘accidentally’ pocket the rest. Bonus points if we can swap out a few ‘expensive’ toys for knockoffs we’ve been sitting on." Bill grinned. "You’re evil." "Efficiency, Bill. Pure efficiency." She leaned in. "And if anyone asks, we’re here to ‘rescue’ the kids from their *terrible* parents. Works every time." Bill raised his coffee cup. "To chaos and candy canes." Molly clinked hers against it. "To the greatest heist of all time."