Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9RX4TT8DN5B8SWCC9WFHM

On the alley behind a party-store, the air smelled of balloons and decisions. Molly crouched by a stack of napkins, pretending she was assembling a blueprint, while Bill unfurled a map that could never survive a gust of wind. Their plan was ridiculous and perfectly harmless in their minds: break into a children's party, steal every present, and return the chaos to the world in the form of clever stories. The two of them had practiced with empty pockets and a chorus of squeaky shoe soles, and the neighborhood cats watched with disdainful eyes. Molly, eyes twinkling, counted the minutes until the cake would be cut and the sugar would cloud the air with sugar dust, a signal, perhaps, to act. Bill checked his watch, which looked suspiciously like a kitchen timer, then tucked it away as if it were a rare jewel. The scene hummed with mischief and thunder of distant fireworks. They spoke in overheard whispers, plotting a heist that would never be repeated, if only because it was too silly to be believed. Molly: "We can't steal everything yet." Bill: "First the party, then the presents." Molly: "We start after cake, yes." Bill: "And we wear mittens."