Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ3265Y0YYK97EW22K1RASA

Molly adjusted the fluorescent party hat on her head and turned to Bill. "We look ridiculous." "You look like a walking birthday cake. I look distinguished." "You're wearing a clown wig, Bill. There's nothing distinguished about that." "It's not a clown wig. It's a festive hair accessory." "It has rainbow curls." "Strategic camouflage. No one questions a man with rainbow curls." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "Remind me again why we're doing this?" "Because Liam Worthington's eighth birthday party features presents worth more than my first car. We're talking limited-edition gaming consoles, designer sneakers, and apparently some kind of robot that costs two grand." "It's a children's party, Bill." "Rich children. Very rich children with very rich parents who won't even notice when little Liam's mountain of gifts mysteriously shrinks." "What's the plan?" "We go in, we blend, we stuff the good presents into our strategically altered coats, and we leave before the magician starts making things disappear." "You altered our coats?" "Custom pockets. Look—" Bill opened his loud Hawaiian shirt to reveal a series of flat pouches sewn inside. "See? Each one fits a small gift box." "That's the most obvious thing I've ever seen. You look like you're smuggling hamsters." "The shirt covers it." "The shirt is hideous. Everyone will be looking at it." "Exactly. They'll be so blinded by the ugliness they won't notice the bulging." Molly sighed and checked her reflection in the car's side mirror. "Okay, so we walk in, grab what we can, and get out. How do we avoid suspicion?" "We're the entertainment." "What?" "I told them I'm a clown." "You're not a clown." "I'm an aspiring clown. Very different. And you're my assistant." "I'm not wearing that wig." "You don't have to wear the wig. You just have to look like someone who would associate with someone wearing the wig." "That's just my normal face, Bill." "Perfect. Then this should be easy." "What if someone recognizes us?" "From what? Our extensive criminal records? We've never been caught." "We've never done anything before. This is literally our first job." "Which is why it'll be perfect. No one's looking for us." Molly stared at the house, where balloon arches and streamers decorated the entrance. Through the windows, she could see children running and screaming while parents stood around holding wine glasses. "Fine. But if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you and your wig." "The wig is going to make this heist. You'll see." "The wig is going to get us arrested." "Have a little faith, Molly. In me, in the plan, and most importantly, in the wig." Molly opened the car door. "I hate everything about this." "That's the spirit. Now put on your party face." "I don't have a party face." "Then steal one. That's what we're here for, isn't it?"