Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRM1HD6VWH8DN7SD0W01PG

Molly and Bill huddled in the shadow of the backyard tent, whispering conspiratorially. Molly: Okay, the kids' birthday bash is at 3 PM, right? Bill: Yep, balloons, clowns, and a mountain of wrapped chaos. Molly: The loot's basically sugar-coated plastic, but the cash in the gift cards is juicy. Bill: And the parents will be too busy chasing toddlers to notice a missing unicorn plush. Molly: We need a distraction—maybe a fake fire alarm that sounds like a squeaky toy. Bill: Got it. I’ll rig the punch bowl with a whoopee cushion that goes off when someone dips a chip. Molly: Perfect. While they scramble, we slip behind the cake table and grab the gift bags. Bill: Do we have a getaway car? I’m thinking the clown van with the squeaky horn. Molly: Yes, parked two streets over, disguised as a popcorn cart. We’ll load the presents and disappear. Bill: What about the security guard? He’s got a flashlight and a habit of humming ‘Happy Birthday’. Molly: We’ll blind him with glitter confetti—he’ll be too dazzled to see us. Bill: Then we vanish, leaving only empty wrappers and bewildered parents scratching their heads. Night air smelled of cotton candy, mischief.