Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKAYNK8E5NHV0TNXB628BB6

Molly and Bill crouched behind a toppled lawn flamingo, whispering like conspirators rehearsing a play. They catalogued absurd contingencies: runaway clowns, sugar-fueled confessions, a chorus of toddlers demanding return of stuffed unicorns. Molly practiced innocent smiles; Bill perfected a panicked face for when a parent accused them of stealing cookies instead of gifts. They imagined triumphant escapes involving ridiculous costumes and improbable distractions. Both stalled at the moral weight of glitter and spoiled cake, then shrugged, choosing mischief over malice. Outside, party music swelled and the living room glowed with ribbons and crinkled paper. Neither truly trusted their own restraint. "Molly: In cake chaos we slip, pocket presents, exit left." "Bill: What about tiny ninjas who might notice missing balloons?" "Molly: Distract with piñata shaped like suspiciously loud goose now." "Bill: I will wear a tutu and offer balloon dancing." "Molly: How explain a van full of glitter and stickers?" "Bill: Claim to be surprise entertainers, instantly beloved, then exit." "Molly: What about the cake? We cannot eat evidence, sadly." "Bill: We'll stage a frenzy with confetti, blame the dog." "Molly: Dress tiny suspiciously, return gifts labeled Found At Party." "Bill: We'll split proceeds for pizza, therapy, fair and final."