Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAR11KQ3PMRQR7WZXFWFVT

Molly lay belly-down behind the hedge, watching chaos froth across the backyard. Streamers snapped in the wind; balloons bumped like nervous planets; a seven-year-old in a cardboard crown howled at a magician sawing nothing in half. This, she decided, was the loudest security system in the world. Bill crouched beside her with a notebook labeled OPERATION: SHARED JOY in glitter pen. Inside, he’d sketched the gift table like a bank vault, complete with laser beams and ominous teddy bears. “You sure about robbing toddlers?” Bill asked. “Relax,” Molly said. “They’ll never see us.” The presents towered beside the bouncy castle, wrapped in unicorns and dinosaurs, structural integrity maintained purely by hope and tape. Parents clustered near the grill, defenseless under mountains of potato salad. Their plan was simple: when the piñata dropped, every child would become a sugar-seeking missile. In the hailstorm of candy and tears, Molly and Bill would slip in, swap the loot bags for decoys, and vanish with the premium merchandise. “Remember, no crying,” she added. “And avoid the clown,” Bill muttered. “Deal then,” Molly said, as the clown’s shoes squeaked closer like advancing sirens. Somewhere, a balloon popped like a starting gun for bad ideas everywhere.