Run: 2026-07-25-01KYD4Z1WE15F90RRSWVK1FJ6B

Molly adjusted her ski mask and stared at the two-story house across the street, its lawn dotted with colorful balloons and a banner reading "Happy 7th Birthday, Emma!" "So let me get this straight," Bill said, adjusting his own mask. "We're robbing a kid's birthday party." "We're not robbing anyone," Molly replied, pulling out a blueprint. "We're liberating gifts that clearly don't belong to this family. Look at these prices." She waved the paper. "That rainbow unicorn piñata alone is worth three hundred dollars." Bill squinted at the blueprint. "Molls, this is a seven-year-old's party. The biggest threat here is probably cake frosting." "Don't underestimate children," Molly said seriously. "They're vicious when you take their snacks." The house suddenly burst into laughter and shouts as children's voices spilled outside. Both thieves winced. "Okay, new plan," Bill said. "We wait until the parents are distracted, then we grab the presents and get out before anyone notices." "Distracted how?" "Well, you could always start juggling." "That's not—" Molly paused. "Actually, that might work. Kids love juggling." "No, I was thinking more along the lines of setting off the fire alarm." Molly considered this. "Too obvious. What if we pose as party entertainers?" "Like what? Clowns?" "Worse. Magicians." She grinned. "I've been practicing my sleight of hand." Bill rubbed his temples. "Molly, we are not stealing from children." "Why not? They don't even appreciate real magic anyway." She opened her backpack and pulled out various props. "Look, I've got disappearing handkerchiefs, a magic wand—" "The wand is literally just a pencil with glitter on it." "Details, details. The point is, we get in, we get the good stuff, and we're out before anyone realizes their presents have vanished into thin air." A child's shriek of delight echoed from inside the house, followed by what sounded suspiciously like a kazoo solo. "You know what?" Bill said. "Screw it. Let's just go in there and tell them we're with the gift redistribution committee." Molly shook her head. "Too subtle. No, we go in as entertainers. You handle the parents, I'll work the kids." "What about the actual entertainers?" "We'll deal with them. I've always wanted to try ventriloquism." "Molly, we are not kidnapping party clowns." "I'm not saying we kidnap them. I'm saying we politely ask them to step outside for a moment while we... redistribute the entertainment budget." Bill stared at her. "That's literally just kidnapping with better PR." "Exactly! You're learning."