Run: 2026-03-12-01KKHZRCA5T7JRKS8WJS0TX5J5

Molly, you gotta be kidding me. A kiddie party? With clowns and juice boxes? It’s genius, Bill. They’ll have a mountain of presents stacked like a pirate’s hoard. We slip in during musical chairs, grab the lot, and vanish before the cake’s cut. What about the parents? They’ll spot us like two raccoons in a sandbox. We wear the matching tracksuits from the last job, say we’re the hired entertainers. You’re Balloon Bill, I’m Magic Molly. I pull a quarter from a kid’s ear, you twist balloon swords. While they’re distracted we bag the gifts. These are children’s presents, Mol. There’ll be Barbies and plastic trucks. My fence won’t touch that junk. We’re not fencing them, genius. We’re swapping the real ones with identical boxes filled with our old socks and that expired tuna we found. The kids open them later, chaos ensues, parents blame the cheap toy company. We’re long gone with the good stuff. You’re evil. I love it. Good. Now practice your goofy voice. We hit the party at three. And Bill? Yeah? No sampling the cake this time. Last job you had blue frosting on your ski mask for a week. Fair enough. Let’s go ruin some birthdays.