Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKB2CV0TBDCS018QT5G6YQM

On the edge of town, a fan hummed, blowing foam from a cake across a kitchen table. Molly and Bill lounged in mismatched coats, rehearsing a caper that felt more like a theatre sketch. Outside, a children's party spilled balloons into the street, and a magician's wand lay on the hall's reception desk, waiting for its moment to misbehave. They shifted weight, checking backpacks stuffed with bubble wrap, labels, and a map drawn in crayon. The plan depended on timing and misdirection: a chorus of singing elves to drown out a chattering crowd, a vanishing act at the presents table, and a getaway negotiated with the cupcake line. Bill practiced walking in a hunch, tiptoed swagger; Molly tested a pair of glasses that made everyone look twice, especially when she offered to autograph hats. They paused to listen to the distant clatter of a bounce-house and decided to improvise with a nod and a wink. The next move waited, inevitable and ridiculous, under neon party lights. A bell rang somewhere; Molly nudged Bill and grinned at the plan for tonight. Molly: Clowns. Bill: Only if the cake distracts them. Molly: The candles blink us through. Molly: Glittery pile, we flee.