Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9RN09G2NZXBNN0ZKQ3Z08

Moonlight drips over the cul-de-sac where party favors glimmer like stars. Molly and Bill hunch behind a hedge, noses wrinkled at the scent of sugar paint and hot cocoa. A sprinkler squeaks, and laughter climbs the fence. Molly digs a finger through her hoodie pocket, pulling out a crumpled blueprint that looks like a doodle. Bill checks an invisible watch, muttering about timing, cake layers, and the weight of a dozen presents. Their plan unfolds in whispers, ridiculous yet precise, comical pact between two professionals pretending to be amateurs tonight. Molly: "We case the party, Bill, before the balloons explode tonight." Bill: "I remember snacks attract guards; we can glide past them." Molly: "Ignore guards, borrow a flashlight, and vanish with glitter tonight." Bill: "But door hinges whisper; we need a unicorn key, obviously." Molly: "Children's party is a fortress; we enter through cake doors." Bill: "The presents sing when shaken; silence is our best disguise." Molly: "Plan B involves glitter, confetti, and a really tiny heist." Bill: "We rehearse in the delivery van like grown-up toddlers tonight." Molly: "If we trigger zero alarms, we split with the glitter." Bill: "Deal; then we bake ourselves into the exit like elves."