Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAHW0C8HY3THPG103GGK1B

In the flickering glow of a single bulb in their cramped motel room, Molly paced like a caged panther, her wild red hair a tangled mess. Bill slouched on the sagging bed, munching on a stale donut, his greasy fingers smudging the blueprints of the suburban McMansion. "This is gold, Bill," Molly hissed, jabbing at the map. "Kids' birthday bash at noon. Presents piled like a pirate's treasure. We slip in as clowns—balloons, face paint, the works." Bill snorted, crumbs flying. "Clowns? Last time I dressed as one, that Chihuahua nearly took my leg off. And what about the parents? Soccer moms with tasers?" Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the beauty! We'll distract 'em with a fake magic show. You juggle, I swipe the gifts into the getaway van parked as the ice cream truck." Bill scratched his beard. "Juggling? I can barely tie my shoes. This better not end with us in juvie jail." "Trust me, it's foolproof," Molly said, rolling up the plans. "By evening, we'll be swimming in stolen Barbies and video games." Outside, a siren wailed distantly, but they laughed it off, plotting their absurd caper amid pizza boxes and dreams of easy riches. The party was tomorrow—time to inflate those balloons.