Run: 2026-03-25-01KMJ8KJEMGWE8SHE6M50223JH

Molly crouched behind a potted fern, her trench coat stained with suspiciously glittery mud. "Bill, we’re talking *Operation Candy Caper*. The parents will be too busy sipping mimosas to notice a thing." Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which had already slipped over his nose. "But it’s a *kids’* party. There’s a bounce house, a magi—wait, *why* is there a magician? Did we sign up for this?" "Relax," Molly said, tossing him a neon hat. "We’ll discretely—*ahem*—’redeploy’ the gifts while he’s doing his ‘poof’ thing. Now, disguises. You’re ‘Dance Captain Derek.’ I’m ‘Elf Extraordinaire’… which is code for I’m wearing Christmas pajamas and you’re not allowed to laugh." Bill glared, holding up a balloon animal shaped like a cobra. "This is a *clown*, Molly. A clown! What if they have *two* clowns? Or a *disguised* clown? Or a clown *dressed* as a magician?" Molly handed him a whoopee cushion. "First rule of stealing from tots: never question the chaos. Second rule: don’t get glitter in your socks. Third—” "Wait, the presents! Are we tackling the *stocking* stash or the *under-the-tree* vault? Because if it’s the latter, we’re gonna have to negotiate with Santa’s little… *helpers*." "Glitter bombs," Molly said bluntly. "We’ll deploy them near the cake. Kids freak out, parents trip, we slip in, swap the Barbies for fake ones, and disappear before someone realizes their kid’s drawing on a plexiglass wall with a glow stick." Bill whimpered. "What if we get tackled by a toddler? I can’t explain fingerprints in a Tupperware container!" "Simple." Molly grinned, revealing a sparkly fanny pack. "We’ll bribe the evidence with bubble gum. Now, synchronize watches… and try not to cry when the piñata refuses to break open." Bill stared at her. "You knew there was a piñata?" "It’s a *sign*. The universe loves a good heist. Just… try not to let the ‘baby’ in the onesie cling to you for dear life, okay?" ".setOnion breath? What if it’s a *fire* piñata?" Molly clapped. "You’re learning!" Bill sighed. "I miss robbing banks." "Next job," Molly said, tossing him a noisemaker, "we hit a *toddler* *bank*. Cash, candy, and zero accountability." "Glitter," Bill muttered, "is a *weapon of mass destruction*." "Roll out, Derek." Molly tossed him the balloon cobra. "And *smile*—you’re a thief with a sentimental side." Bill lobbed the cobra back. "I hate this plan." "Love it," Molly said, already sprinting toward the bounce house. "And hurry up before someone finds my ‘elf’ costume’s hidden pocket! *This* isn’t where the toys go, Bill. *This* is where the *real* loot goes."