Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRVK4R9D48APTXFF6NS4P2

The dim basement smelled of pizza and cologne, a perfect hideout for two seasoned thieves. Molly paced the cracked tile floor, tapping a rhythm with her boot heel. Bill lounged on a leather chair, flicking a donut into the trash bin. The plan was simple: slip into the backyard party tent, avoid the squeaky floorboards, and pocket every brightly wrapped gift before the parents noticed. A rainbow of balloons bobbed above a table piled high with animals and glitter cake. The children were oblivious, their giggles echoing like a soundtrack. Molly stopped and turned to Bill, eyes glittering with mischief. “We have exactly ten minutes before the clown arrives, right now,” she whispered. Bill chuckled, “And the clown will be distracted by his own red nose.” The plan required a distraction and a swift grab. Molly pulled out a remote control and a confetti cannon. “When I press this, the kids will think it’s a surprise party, and we slip in,” she said. Bill nodded, “And we need to watch the security camera near the snack table.” The camera was a Wi‑Fi model with a blinking red light. “If we cut the power at twenty‑five seconds, it will reboot in thirty, giving us a clean window,” Molly explained. Bill checked his watch, noting the time and the distance. “We have a twenty‑second sprint from the gate to the tent, then a quick backtrack to the van,” he muttered. The air was thick with anticipation, and the plan felt almost cinematic. "Molly, you sure the kids won’t notice a confetti blast? That’s a loud entrance." "Bill, the clown’s red nose is a perfect distraction; he’ll be chasing his own reflection." "Molly, the remote can fire a burst of glitter that looks like a fireworks show." "Bill, we need a line of sight to the power box; the garden gnome hides the switch." "Molly, I’ll keep the kids occupied with a balloon animal contest while you work." "Bill, the contest will last exactly twelve minutes, just enough for the heist." "Molly, after we grab the gifts, we’ll dump them in the van and disappear." "Bill, the van is parked behind the oak tree; the driver will be a pretzel vendor." "Molly, remember the code to the safe is ‘banana’; the kids love fruit snacks." "Bill, if anything goes wrong, we’ll blame the clown’s juggling act and run." "Molly, the final touch is to replace the birthday cake with a fake one that hides the loot safely."