Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA5V9ZVJZKAFX9R9BFH345

Morning light spilled across the warehouse where Molly and Bill hid behind a stack of cardboard cutouts. They had practiced their conga-line reconnaissance last night and declared this party a masterclass in unwrapping the chaos of joy. A banner hissed in the breeze, announcing children's party with balloons like suns. Molly adjusted her striped beanie, Bill squared his shoulders, and the two conspirators whispered in rhythms that matched their footsteps. Outside, a giggling crowd gathered. Inside, room full of packages waited like sleeping animals, and the men exchanged a glance that meant: this is going to be ridiculous, and glorious. Molly: Bill, tonight's caper is harmless, the loot toys everywhere. Bill: We break dawn, grab gifts, and bounce like balloons. Molly: Quiet hats, loud candy, and a friendly Santa impression. Bill: Step one, case snack table; step two, dodge noise. Molly: My bag sings when it likes glitter; Ark awaits. Bill: Then we dash streamers, dodge selfies, collect kingdoms, depart. Molly: If a chaperone suspects us, we improvise a song. Bill: And if candles flare, pretend cake is a portal. Molly: We exit by back stairs, leaving nothing but giggles. Bill: Done, our biggest heist maybe; their smiles are insured.