Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRPBG0P9QB5C2BCGGFR3CV

The night before the birthday bash, Molly and Bill crouched behind a folding table in the community center, the smell of frosting lingering in the air. Molly: 'We slip in through the side door, the kids will be distracted by the clown.' Bill nodded, eyes scanning the balloons for any hidden cameras. Bill: 'I'll disable the alarm with a cheap jammer; the kids will think it's just a glitch.' Molly laughed, pulling a crumpled map from her pocket, the routes marked in red. Molly: 'We grab every present, stack them in the cart, and slip out before the cake is cut.' Bill smirked, checking his watch, the party's start time ticking down like a countdown. Bill: 'If the kids scream, we blame the clown; they'll think it's part of the act.' Molly tucked the map into her coat, the plan crisp as the frosting on the cupcakes. Molly: 'Ready?' Bill gave a thumbs‑up, the grin wide as a birthday banner. Bill: 'Let's make this the most unforgettable party ever.' Bill: 'When the kids chase the piñata, we'll slip out the back, swap the gifts with fake toys, and vanish before notices.' Molly checked lock, confirming side door was ajar quietly.