Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK152E1Z1S8E077MMMEFP1Q

Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose, the red foam smelling faintly of regret and cheap plastic. Bill tugged at his polka-dot suspenders, which dug deeply into his soft midsection as he crouched behind a decorative hedge shaped like a dragon. The target was a chaotic explosion of primary colors and sugar-fueled energy known as Tommy's sixth birthday bash. Inside, twenty tiny humans screamed with the intensity of a jet engine while parents snapped photos with blind optimism. Their mission was simple yet morally questionable: infiltrate the gift table, disguised as entertainment, and abscond with the mountain of wrapped treasures before the cake cutting. Molly checked her watch, a tiny plastic thing that had stopped working years ago, signaling it was time. They moved with the grace of drunken elephants, creeping toward the glittering hoard. A woman in a sparkly dress turned, eyeing them suspiciously. Bill froze, attempting to blend in by holding a balloon animal he had accidentally crushed. Molly whispered the plan one last time to ensure synchronization. "Go." They lunged forward, arms wide, ready to scoop up the loot while shouting about magic tricks. The chaos of the party provided perfect cover for their grand, ridiculous theft.