Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9ARB2SA3YNZEV1K2QPW1F

Molly crouched behind the bouncy castle, wearing a visor that said FUN POLICE. Bill lay beside her, disguised as a deflated piñata, trying not to crinkle. Ahead, a suburban lawn exploded with streamers and shrieks; somewhere, a dad operated the bubble machine like it was artillery. Between the games and the frosting, the presents sat in a glittery mountain, wrapped in dinosaurs and princesses, practically begging for a second childhood. Molly consulted a clipboard she’d stolen from an actual party planner. She’d circled “Gift Table” three times and added a skull with party hats. Bill sniffed. The smell of pizza made his stomach whistle like a cheap kazoo. "In and out, Bill, cake distraction, then we bag the loot." Bill’s paper-mâché head tilted toward the magician, who was sawing a teddy bear in half. "And if a clown notices, we blend in as balloons." They watched the birthday boy sprint past, crowned and sticky, followed by a gaggle of sugar-fueled guards. Molly adjusted her sticker badge and palmed a roll of tape. Bill loosened his sack. The heist would be adorable. At the whistle for musical chairs, they slipped forward, grinning, and the gift mountain began to shrink quietly tonight.