Run: 2026-03-18-01KM079VZFDCNC4Z753150JEHY

“Molly, are you sure this is the right party?” Bill whispered, peering through the hedge at the balloons wobbling in the wind. “It’s a children’s party, Bill. The banner says ‘Happy Birthday, Leo,’ and there’s a clown by the gate. That’s as right as crime gets.” “I thought we were professionals.” “We are professionals. We just happen to be employed by chaos.” Bill adjusted his black gloves. “Remind me again why we’re stealing presents from six-year-olds?” “Because,” Molly said, “adults hide money in offices. Children get gifted tablets, train sets, and the occasional gold-plated dinosaur. Rich pickings.” “Gold-plated dinosaur?” “Don’t judge the market.” A burst of laughter came from inside the house. Bill flinched. “What if they ask for our names?” “Then you say Bill.” “That’s not a plan.” “It is if you say it confidently.” Bill glanced at the pile of wrapped presents visible through the window. “I hate that I’m tempted.” “You hate that I’m right.” “I hate that too.” Molly smiled. “Listen. We go in through the back, blend in, and leave with the haul before anyone notices.” “And if they do notice?” Molly shrugged. “We apologize, hand back the smallest box, and run like villains with excellent posture.”