Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRGCBCA04XP0WB2BHNMZVP

Under the dim glow of a string‑lit parking lot, Molly and Bill huddled behind a folding table, the muffled sounds of a children’s party drifting like distant giggles. Molly: "Alright, Bill, the kids will be glued to the clown’s antics, so we slip in while they’re busy with cake and balloon animals." Bill: "I’ll pose as a balloon‑animal artist, but my real skill is snatching presents, not twisting latex." Molly: "We need a loud distraction—how about we hijack the karaoke machine with a never‑ending ‘Baby Shark’ loop?" Bill: "I’ll crank it up, the kids will think it’s part of the show, and we’ll glide toward the glitter‑covered gift table." Molly: "The gift table sits under a pink tent; we’ll need a ladder, a mask, and a fake badge that says ‘Event Coordinator.’" Bill: "I’ve got a cheap unicorn mask, a ladder from the hardware store, and a badge I lifted from the PTA—looks legit enough." Molly: "For the getaway, I’m thinking a bright pink scooter—nobody suspects a scooter of stealing toys." Bill: "I’ll park it behind the punch bowl; when we’re done, we zip away before anyone notices the missing cupcakes." The parking lot was a maze of folding chairs and bounce houses, neon lights casting long shadows. A stray balloon drifted past, bobbing like a lazy sentry. Molly checked the tent lock, noting the flimsy rope that could be cut with scissors. Bill watched parents juggle plates while kids squealed over a magician’s act. The air smelled of frosting, glue, and cheap perfume. Molly: "We’ll eat a few cupcakes for energy—sugar fuels stealth, right? I’ll take three, you take two." Bill: "Plan: I distract the clown with a fake balloon animal that’s actually a smoke bomb; you grab the presents and meet me at the exit." Molly: "If the clown gets suspicious, I have a glitter‑filled confetti cannon that blinds everyone for ten seconds—enough to load twenty bags." Bill: "We’ll leave a note that says ‘Sorry, we’re out of cookies,’ so they think it’s a prank and not a theft." Molly: "One more thing: the party favors. We take the good ones, leave the cheap plastic swords—no one notices missing swords." Bill: "If anyone asks, we claim we’re collecting favors for a charity drive—‘Kids for Kids,’ sounds legit enough." Molly: "Alright, let’s rehearse. I’ll stride in with a glittery cape, you follow with a bag of ‘official supplies,’ and we’ll vanish." Bill: "Got it. I’ll practice a dramatic cape swirl, then whisper ‘We’re here for the loot’ to the nearest toddler." Molly: "If a toddler hears us, we’ll say we’re on a secret mission for the Tooth Fairy—works every time." Bill: "And if the Tooth Fairy shows up, we’ll trade a candy bar for a safe exit—she loves sweets." Molly: "Time to gear up—ladder, mask, badge, scooter, glitter bomb. Let’s make this the most ridiculous heist ever." Bill: "To the glittery treasure! May our pockets be full and our footprints invisible." As the first giggles drifted from the hall, Molly and Bill slipped into the night, their plan as glittery and absurd as the balloons they’d leave behind.