Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0A743F7TW6V8JWT7Z1N6ZH

Molly: We're really doing this, huh? A kid's party? Bill: Hey, business is business. Besides, those presents aren't doing anyone any good under a tree when they could be funding our retirement. Molly: Oh sure, because what we really need is another stint in juvie because we got caught stealing Polly Pocket dolls. Bill: Polly who? See, this is why you're not the brains. We're not stealing toys, Molly, we're hitting the goldmine—the gift cards. Those things are untraceable. Molly: So we're knocking over a six-year-old's birthday to get gift cards? How exactly are we supposed to explain that to the parole officer? Bill: What's a parole officer gonna do when we're sipping mai tais in the Bahamas with zero extradition treaties? Molly: You really think through your plans, don't you... Bill: Exactly. Now here's the deal: we go in when the parents are distracted by the magician, we hit the presents table, out through the back door before anyone notices... Molly: The magician? Bill, the magician is going to be five feet tall with a wand and a top hat. We can't exactly blend in with the clowns. Bill: Since when do we blend in? We're the guys who robbed a pet store thinking hamsters were diamonds. Molly: Okay, that was one time... Bill: And it was hilarious! Besides, face paint covers a multitude of sins. Now, you got the lock picks? Molly: You mean the ones you bought off a guy named "Snake"? Because those turned out to be hairpins from the dollar store. Bill: In my defense, Snake looked trustworthy. Kind of. Molly: We're doomed.