Run: 2026-03-18-01KM084YSNJF7TTC4NE90VB747

Molly adjusted her beanie and scanned the house. "This place is crawling with parents and kids. You sure about this?" Bill fiddled with his fake mustache. "Who's gonna suspect clowns right at the height of party season?" Molly groaned. "Clowns? Your big idea is clowns?" Bill threw his hands up. "Okay, fine, we'll be mime artists then." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Mimes? Really? You know mimes can't talk, right?" Bill waved her off. "Details! Or... we could be bakers with a tray of cupcakes!" Molly smirked. "Bakers? After the whole fire incident?" Bill waved a hand. "That was one time and I didn't even get burned!" Molly laughed. "Sure, Bill. Let's go with bakers." Bill grinned. "Perfect. We waltz in, distract with cupcakes, stuff our bags with presents, and walk out like we belong." Molly crossed her arms. "And the children who will see us stealing their gifts?" Bill smirked. "We'll tell them we're taking their toys to Santa's toy lab for special upgrades." Molly threw her hands up. "This plan is getting worse by the minute." Bill laughed. "No... it's ingenious! Kids have wild imaginations. They'll believe anything." Molly shook her head. "I can't with you. Let's just get this over with before I change my mind."