Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAGTD13V3ADSKQ3H0X6N0P

Molly adjusted her fake mustache in the cracked mirror of their dingy motel room, while Bill paced like a caffeinated squirrel. The target: Little Timmy's eighth birthday bash at the suburban McMansion, overflowing with gift-wrapped gadgets and cash-stuffed envelopes. "Kids these days get iPads for blowing out candles," Molly grumbled, sketching a crude map on a pizza box. "We'll hit 'em during the piñata chaos—steal the presents, vanish like ghosts." Bill snorted, tripping over a tangle of extension cords. "Ghosts? In clown costumes? That's your genius plan?" He rummaged through a duffel bag, pulling out oversized red noses and polka-dot pants. "We'll blend right in. You distract the parents with balloon animals, I'll swipe the loot." Molly rolled her eyes. "Balloon animals? You can barely tie your shoes!" "Practice makes perfect," Bill shot back, inflating a balloon that promptly popped in his face. They laughed, but nerves simmered beneath the absurdity. The party was tomorrow—rich folks, minimal security, maximum payout. Molly envisioned the getaway van stuffed with Barbies and bikes. Bill dreamed of early retirement. "Piece of cake," she said. "Or birthday cake," Bill quipped, wiping sweat. Little did they know, the real heist was dodging cake-smeared toddlers.