Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA3KT810XR8CK043HPTV5N

Molly and Bill crawled into the pastel-lit living room like a pair of misfit raccoons, clutching a lumpy duffel and a plan stitched from sugar and bravado. Balloons bobbed above a mountain of bows and glittering boxes. A plastic princess tiara snagged on the rug, reminding Molly why she loved childhood crime: easy targets, ridiculous rewards. Bill checked his watch and winked at a deflated balloon. They whispered over a spread of paper hats and a half-eaten cupcake, sketching escape routes between streamers. They practiced silent footsteps over crinkled wrapping paper, rehearsing the polite pluck of ribbons. Their map was simple: distract with the punch bowl, extract the Santa sacks, vanish beneath a tulle avalanche. Molly traced the route with a finger, savoring the smell of frosting and opportunity. Bill balanced a teddy bear on his shoulder like a lookout, solemn as an opera conductor. Outside, the party's laughter swelled; inside, their hearts drummed a comical march. Tension mingled with absurdity — a heist so sweet it needed a napkin. They grinned at the absurdity together. "First the cake, then the loot, leave no stuffed animal behind," Molly breathed. "And don't eat the evidence, especially not the glitter," Bill hissed.