Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9GX4ETVGVYFS4NRJV4XST

Bill adjusted the clown nose Molly had jammed onto his face, its squeak sadly unthreatening. They crouched behind the inflatable castle, watching a swarm of sugar-fueled children orbit the gift table like tiny, sticky planets. "So we just walk in and smile, right?" Molly checked her watch, which was actually a stolen baby monitor blinking with static. Somewhere inside, a toddler was babbling classified intel about cake. The backyard thumped with music and the occasional wail of injustice over balloon animals. "Bill, focus; they're six, not sharks. Grab the glittery ones. Only those." She unfolded the blueprint: a crayon drawing she’d bribed from the birthday kid with a contraband cupcake. X’s marked the presents, the piñata, and, inexplicably, the dog. Their getaway wagon waited at the curb, a dented minivan plastered with “Magic Party Fun” stickers. In the front seat, a smoke machine puffed theatrically, making the vehicle look less like a car and more like a confused cloud. At precisely piñata o’clock, the kids would charge the candy decoy. Under cover of chaos, Molly and Bill would slip in, smiling, and liberate the loot. With luck, the only screaming would be about missing frosting, not missing gifts that night.