Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAJV8ZTNFWXGKHE65KW5HW

Molly and Bill crouched behind the inflatable dinosaur at the back of the park, scanning a circle of tiny chairs and glittering wrapping. They smelled sugar and gum and the faint iron tang of helium. Bill adjusted his black cap until it looked like a dad's shade. Molly checked her list — not of names, but of irresistible packages: robots, sparkly unicorns, a suspiciously heavy box labeled "For Big Brother." They rehearsed whispers like stage directions: swift, unnoticed, charming. The playground lights blinked; a balloon escaped into the night. Children shrieked with glee and a dog barked approval. Molly tapped Bill's sleeve, eyes bright as party candles. They understood the rules of modern grand larceny: be quick, be ridiculous, never steal the cake (too many witnesses). Their plan had elegance: a diversion involving a rogue piñata, a borrowed kazoo, and synchronized confetti flurries. They practiced the confetti toss and hid pliers in a balloon bouquet. The timing depended on one thing — the moment when attention turned entirely to sugar and song. They smiled like crime scene decorators. Molly: "Ready? On three: cake diversion, kazoo, confetti, then sweep every gift." Bill: "One, two, three messy loud fast glitter exit now."