Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKANFAT3YTGNV2YY73GR70S

Night air smelled like popcorn. A neon 'Happy Birthday' sign flickered above them. A distant siren hummed, oddly festive tonight. Molly: We could slip in when the cake sings, nobody notices a whisper or shadow Bill: Perfect timing, Molly; I bring a ruler and a bag shaped like marshmallow tonight Molly: The presents are glittering targets, but the party favors may squeak, alerting teachers nearby Bill: Then we practice silent cartwheels and pretend we're stagehands carrying oversized helium balloons tonight Molly: We'll map exits with crayons, priceless kindness, and a napkin trail for decoy suspects Bill: Decoy suspects won't help if the confetti cannon misfires and ambushes the janitor accidentally Molly: I'll wear oven mitts; the frostings of secrets may melt before alarms do tonight Bill: If patrols wander, we improvise a lullaby and blend with a balloon-animal chorus nearby Molly: Our biggest risk is giving grandma glitter allergies; she sneezes and distances the operation Bill: Then we switch to cupcake camouflage, nibble sample, and vanish before the frosting dries Molly: If we fail, we blame the cake and open a gift-wrapping consultancy for trainees Bill: Deal; until then, we rehearse our stealth in the sandbox and keep smiling together