Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKADHY8QEY325DEQYQTZG8B

Molly crouched beside a cake-splattered table, blueprint napkins trembling in her hands. Bill balanced a taxidermied teddy on his shoulder like a ridiculous mascot. They whispered like librarians on a caffeine shortage, plotting a gentle chaos: hats, balloons, a sleight of hand disguised by party horns and bad singing. Molly traced the guest list with a finger and a grin, naming victims whose parents would be text-blamed for every missing toy. They rehearsed exits by candlelight, practiced alarm-avoidance with the solemnity of choirboys, and tried on goofy accents to confuse anyone who peered into doorways. Outside, the night smelled of sugar and spray paint; inside, a chorus of tiny shrieks occasionally applauded their mood. Between whispered logistics they paused, savoring the ridiculousness of burgling tinsel. Then Molly announced strategy. "We sneak in, snag every present, leave no crumb today." Bill grinned, a crooked moon of mischief. He adjusted his pocket full of streamers and offered one piece of advice. "And remember, glitter is our friend; dogs are unreliable accomplices." They high-fived with mittened hands and melted into the party like two clean-handed ghosts, already tallying loot in alphabetized lists and humming the birthday song off-key. They grinned, triumphant and ridiculous.