Run: 2026-03-18-01KM0AQZQD24MMFMDDYV1584R3

They're in a messy apartment. Molly unfolds a crimped map with a party location marked in red while Bill picks at a pizza box that's been sitting out for days. A lone banana peel lies on the table. Bill: So we’re doing this during the cake-cutting, right? Kids are distracted, right? Molly: No, Bill. We’re doing it before the parents show up. The place will be empty. Bill: Empty? But what about the clown? The party clown’s gonna be there, Molly. Molly: (sighs) The clown is only there for the first hour. By the time we get in, he’ll be gone. And the parents won’t be there yet. Bill: But what if the kids see us? Molly: We’re wearing normal clothes, Bill. Not ski masks. Bill: Normal clothes? That’s your big plan? I was thinking more along the lines of... (pretends to hold a gun) “Freeze, it’s a heist!” Molly: You’re going to get us shot. Bill: Or maybe we pose as entertainers. I can juggle! Molly: Juggle what? Your stupidity? Bill: Ha ha. Very funny. I juggle—okay, fine, not juggle, but I can do balloon animals. Molly: (rubbing temples) We’re not doing balloon animals. Bill: Why not? Kids love balloon animals. We could be the bouncer or something. Molly: The bouncer at a children’s party? That’s even more suspicious. Bill: Alright, alright. What’s the *actual* plan then? Molly: We wait until right before the party starts. We sneak in the back door while the host is outside greeting guests. Bill: What if the host is inside? Molly: Then we pretend to be delivery guys. Bill: For what? Molly: Something boring, like party supplies. Bill: Ohhh, like... (snaps fingers) “Here’s your extra plates!” Molly: Exactly. Then we scope out the presents while they’re distracted by the cake. Bill: And then what? Molly: We stuff them in these big duffel bags we’ll be wearing under our clothes. Bill: Wait, *under our clothes*? That’s genius, Molly. Pure genius. Molly: And you’re going to be the one stuffing all these toys under your clothes? Bill: Hey, I’ve got— (gestures to his gut) —you know, natural padding. Molly: (deadpan) You’re disgusting. Bill: And proud of it.