Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKREME7YCRXDKJ85CC6X6TT

On the night before the block party, Molly and Bill hid behind a hedge of marigolds, the scent of grass mixing with faint birthday cake perfume. Molly, a wiry woman with a crescent‑shaped scar on her cheek, whispered the plan while scanning the garden lights. "We slip in at three, grab the gifts, vanish." Bill replied, "I’ll distract the kids, you loot, while I hide the exit." Bill, lanky with a grin and a pocket of cheap lock picks, adjusted his black balaclava and checked a battered flashlight. They had scouted the house earlier, noting the open backdoor that led straight to the room where parents would be distracted by a clown’s balloon animals. The living room was a sea of streamers, inflatable swords, and a towering cake that would soon become the celebration’s centerpiece. Their target: a mountain of wrapped presents piled on a low table, each box promising candy, toys, and loot that made their hearts race. The plan was simple: slip in unnoticed, swap the gifts for cheap decoys, and vanish before the first song. The risk was high, but the reward was a stash of brand‑new gadgets to fund their next caper in the quiet night.