Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRJ0Q0J996BWZMDV4S0JHR

The night before the party, house on Maple Street resembled a fortress. Balloons were stacked in the garage, and a cardboard superhero leaned against porch, its painted smile catching dim streetlight. Molly and Bill met in shadow of maple tree, their breaths forming clouds in air. Molly pulled crumpled map from pocket, edges smudged with crayons from job. She traced route with thumb, pointing at side gate that led to backyard, where party would spill out like river of giggles. Bill checked watch and whispered, “We have exactly twenty‑three minutes before parents start ushering kids inside.” He lifted small sack from coat, strap frayed from earlier jobs. “The presents are in blue box near cake table,” he said, scanning yard for cameras. Molly laughed, short, sharp sound like popped bubble. “And kids will be too busy chasing clown to notice us,” she replied, tapping map with finger that left smudge. House glowed with light from kitchen windows, and sounds drifted across lawn. Cat prowled near fence, its eyes reflecting moon. Molly slipped black gloves onto hands, feeling thrill of heist. Bill adjusted cap, making sure brim covered eyes, and whispered, “Remember, we’re not stealing candy; we’re taking presents, loot.” Plan was simple: slip in, grab box, and disappear before cake cut. They would move like shadows, avoiding garden gnomes and flickering fairy lights that dotted the yard, and they would leave no trace but the empty box and a few scattered ribbons as the night deepened without hesitation. Molly: “Alright, the kids will be distracted by the magician's balloon animals. We slip through the side gate, head straight to the cake table, and lift the blue box before anyone notices.” Bill: “The magician finishes his trick at 6:15, then the clown starts the sack. That gives us exactly five minutes of chaos.” Molly: “We need to neutralize the security camera on the porch. I have a small jammer in my pocket; a quick pulse should scramble the feed.” Bill: “Good. I’ll keep an eye on the kids' parents. If anyone gets too close, I’ll create a diversion with a fake fire alarm.” Molly: “The fire alarm sounds realistic enough. I’ll set it off near the snack table; the adults will rush, leaving the presents unattended.” Bill: “What about the kids? They’ll be crying if the music stops.” Molly: “We’ll keep the music playing on a portable speaker. I’ll hide it behind the garden gnome and turn it up.” Bill: “And the loot? The presents are in the blue box, but there are also smaller gift bags under the chairs.” Molly: “We’ll grab everything. I’ll carry the big box, you take the smaller bags. Then we meet at the back gate.” Bill: “Escape route?” Molly: “The alley behind the garage leads to the riverbank. We’ll hop onto the dock, hide the loot in the old fishing boat, and split the loot later.” Bill: “Sounds perfect. Let’s rehearse the timing. One, two, three—” Molly: “—and we’re out!” Bill: “Mission accomplished.”