Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9VGKZZ931V429PK3NKX47

Night trimmed the suburb with a gentle milky glow. Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, eyes on the house where a children's party glittered through striped banners. A brass band drifted from the open window, and giggles spilled like confetti. They practiced their scheme in whispers, tossing bread-crumb ideas onto a napkin that smelled faintly of cinnamon. Molly twirled a face scarf and grinned. Bill saluted the imaginary heist crew with a fingertip, then checked his watch, which blinked twelve colors in rhythm with the distant drums. This was silly, thrilling, and somehow theirs alone for tonight's ridiculous triumph. Molly: Quiet, Bill, the party lights mask the chaos nearby. Bill: Relax, partner, I brought bubble wrap to muffle steps. Molly: We slip through the kitchen, avoid the squeaky floorboards. Bill: Let balloons do distraction, while we applaud from afar. Molly: Don’t wake the mascot; he’s loyal to nap time. Bill: Then we zip toward the parlor of dreams tonight. Molly: I want the presents; the wrapping bows sparkle tonight. Bill: Then we dash, dodge jittery clowns, sprint toward loot. Molly: If alarms ping, we improvise a triumphant victory dance. Bill: Agreed, but share the spoils with the lemonade stands.