Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA36EARXMTWC26Y8AMJ66D

Molly and Bill crouched behind a folding table stacked with paper plates and a suspiciously deflated unicorn balloon, whispering like incompetent ninjas. The living room smelled of frosting and crushed crayons; a pastel war zone of streamers and discarded favor bags. They mapped snack tables and speaker placements with exaggerated gestures, eyes bright with kleptomaniac glee. Outside, a sprinkling of winter drizzle made the porch slick, amplifying their dramatic stakes. They rehearsed small talk and distraction lines, practiced pocket checks, and argued gently over whether glitter constituted a felony seriously. Molly: "We sneak in through back, cake distraction, balloons as cover." Bill: "Do we wear bunny suits or tiny tuxedos for misdirection?" Molly: "Bunny suits, obviously, pockets sewn for presents and confetti tomfoolery." Bill: "How about we bribe the magician with a valve escape?" Molly: "Timing is key; parents' attention on piñata cues the chaos." Bill: "We stash gifts in bags labeled 'Help Santa' for comedy." Molly: "What about escape route? Sliding down a birthday banner, dramatic." Bill: "We must avoid the chatty aunt counting presents like inventory." Molly: "Sugar rush children are unpredictable; treat them like confetti grenades." Bill: "Selfie stick as pole vault for emergency rooftop exit, yes?"