Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRG1KKK0W2HRD82M2T4EED

The night air smelled of frosting and balloon latex as the cul‑de‑sac glowed with colorful streamers. Molly crouched behind a hedge, peering through the open gate where a dozen giggling children chased a clown with a squeaky horn. Bill slipped a lock‑pick set into his pocket, scanning the oversized inflatable castle for weak spots. The table of wrapped gifts sat under a fairy‑light canopy, each box promising loot. Shadows danced on the lawn, and a distant dog barked, reminding them of the risk. Molly whispered, breath barely audible, and Bill nodded, ready to move. The clock ticked, urging haste now. Molly: The gift table is a gold mine, Bill. Bill: I know, Molly. Molly: We need a distraction, maybe a balloon pop. Bill: I can rig a firecracker under the cake. Molly: Perfect, that will send kids screaming. Bill: While they run, we grab the boxes. Molly: We must avoid the parents’ eyes. Bill: I’ll wear a clown mask, blend in. Molly: And I’ll slip through the side gate. Bill: The lock is simple, a hairpin will do. Molly: Timing is everything, we move on the count of three. Bill: One, two, three, now! Molly: Let’s vanish, silent shadows.