Run: 2026-02-16-01KHK9Z2XMCPMER4VYDTDDM3BS

Molly and Bill huddle under a fake fern, whispering a heist plan that smells faintly of cupcakes. Molly: "We dress as clowns, steal the cake, take the loot, vanish." Bill: "What about the pony cake topper and the glitter bomb?" Molly: "Parents will be distracted by balloons and interpretive singing." Bill: "Kids will cry, chaos covers our tracks, we smile and leave." Molly: "But the puppy guardian might growl." Bill: "We bring a squeaky toy and a treat." Molly: "Quick in, out via kitchen, claim moral ambiguity." Bill: "What about small surprises? Candy, socks, glittery hats." Molly: "We wear party masks, leave a signed apology note." Bill: "Deal. We split evenly, including the singing fish." Molly: "Tonight we become legends to toddlers, villains to librarians, heroes to ourselves." They map escape routes around cake tables and suspicious uncles, rehearsing faux confetti falls and an emergency dad joke. A glitter trail is optional, moral doubt is negotiable, and the real prize may be the shared absurdity. They exchange a crooked grin, palms meeting over a curling ribbon, then melt into the party crowd like two suspiciously cheerful shadows on a sugar high with a vague retirement plan involving sunscreen and margaritas.