Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA2S5MAMW47ZZPF5KTTSYD

Behind a hedge, Molly whispered. Molly: The party at Maple Street School is perfect for presents. Bill: Perfectly chaotic, like their punch bowls and balloons. Molly: We’ll slip in during cake time, when the chaos is loudest. Bill: And the presents will be begging for mercy, if wrapping could talk. Molly: Step one: blend in. Talk like you belong. Bill: I belong to the snack table. I’m a professional snack critic. Molly: Step two: locate the loot without waking the chaperones. Bill: Loot? Glittery treasure chests, stacks of ribbons, sock puppets? I’m in. Molly: Step three: swap nothing, carry everything, run. Bill: Run where? To the car or to the moon? Molly: The car. The moon is too public. Bill: What about alarms? Molly: Ignore them. We’ll pretend we’re lost parents hunting the perfect birthday kite. Bill: A kite is a perfect cover. Kites don’t need batteries or cops. Molly: Remember, we’re pro-level pranksters, not burglars. We want chaos, not harm. Bill: Chaos gets you cake. Cake makes people suspicious. Molly: We’ll leave a trail of red noses and confetti as a decoy. Bill: Decoy accepted. Then we vanish, like missing glitter. Molly: On three: one, two, three. Bill: Go!