Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKREWPJQ0467ZE866AZ4TZS

Molly and Bill crouch behind the garden fence, whispering. The night air smells of cotton candy and mischief. Moonlight glints. Molly: "The party's at the center, kids in suits, balloons everywhere." Bill: "Perfect. We slip in the side door, like sneaky T‑rexes." Molly: "I bring squeaky shoe, you bring glitter rope." Bill: "Rope pulls gift table, right?" Molly: "Exactly. Shoe distracts clown with squeak." Molly: "And we wear the clown nose for extra distraction." Bill: "What about cake? Can't leave it." Molly: "We eat it. That's the plan." Bill: "Piñata? Smash for loot." Molly: "Only if it doesn't explode." Bill: "If the balloons pop, we blame the cat." Molly: "Deal. Meet at 3:15 after clown's trick." Bill: "I'll wear fake mustache, you wear oversized sunglasses." Molly: "Got it. Mustache hides identity." Bill: "Sunglasses hide bright eyes." Molly: "We need getaway bike." Bill: "The bike has a hidden compartment for loot." Molly: "I stole one from bike rack yesterday." Bill: "Great. Ride out with presents like circus robbery." Molly: "Remember, no kids see us." Bill: "If they do, blame clown." Molly: "Sounds good. Let's do this." Bill: "We practice the getaway chant tonight." Molly: "To the party, may loot be ours."