Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9QC3P2JVPE4FR6TPWDX6K

Molly and Bill crouched behind the inflatable castle, faces smeared with camouflage icing. Balloons bobbed above the fence like confused surveillance drones, squeaking with each suspicious breeze. Molly checked her watch, a pink plastic unicorn blinking midnight over and over. Bill clutched a crumpled map of the backyard, annotated with glittery stickers and ominous arrows. From the open patio doors drifted the chaotic soundtrack of small humans sugared beyond reason. Somewhere inside, a piñata trembled in existential terror. The scent of cake and impending moral compromise hung thick in the suburban night. Molly adjusted her ridiculous sparkly cat-ear mask nervously. "Molly, this is the worst thing we've ever planned," Bill muttered. "Worse than the time you tried to pickpocket a magician's assistant during the sawing trick?" "She still sends me death threats made of glitter," Bill said. "Focus, Bill. Timeline: cake is served at six thirty, sugar-coma meltdown by seven, parents vulnerable by seven fifteen." "And we slip in disguised as exhausted, underpaid entertainers," Bill said. "I brought balloon animals and a fake clown license," Molly said proudly. "Do not flash that at the police again," Bill hissed. "Relax. We grab the presents, blame Santa, and moonwalk out." "What could?"