Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKA94K7GHD01RTT2ZEAJC6B

Molly unfolded a hand-drawn map on the hood of their dented van. It was mostly crayon, stolen from a diner, and labeled "PRESENT ZONE" with angry stars. Bill’s flashlight flickered, illuminating a yard full of pastel lanterns and a banner that read HAPPY SIXTH, EMMA! Beyond the fence, parents arranged cupcakes like explosive devices, while a hired princess waved and practiced innocence. Molly checked her watch, then the sack marked "TOTALLY NOT CRIME." Bill tightened his shoelaces and winced. Somewhere, a piñata swung, unaware it was their getaway vehicle. A distant kazoo solo signaled the moment to become terrible heroes. "Molly: Okay, Bill, tonight we hit the unicorn party quietly." "Bill: Kids scream, bark, and my knees pop like maracas." "Molly: Focus, grandpa; the loot is wrapped in paper everywhere." "Bill: We wear noses, blend in, then bag gifts fast." "Molly: No, we wear black; clowns draw attention and lawsuits." "Bill: Fine, but I’m bringing balloons for deniability, okay boss." "Molly: Entry through the castle; security is distracted by sugar." "Bill: Exit through the gift table; I’ll fake a trick." "Molly: Remember, we take every present, even the socks, Bill." "Bill: And if caught, we say we’re the entertainers, right?"