Run: 2026-02-16-01KHKRXC4QGZ33C8SGW5PJMEAV

The night before the birthday bash, Molly and Bill crouched behind a dumpster in the park, the faint scent of cotton candy drifting from the nearby playground. The moonlight painted the graffiti‑splashed wall in silver, and the distant giggles of kids rehearsing for the party sounded like a mischievous soundtrack. Molly adjusted the strap of her oversized bag, the one she’d stitched from old canvas and a few stolen zippers, while Bill fidgeted with a set of plastic lock picks that looked more like party favors than tools. The air was thick with anticipation, and a stray balloon floated past, bobbing like a lazy sentinel. They both knew the stakes: a room full of glittering presents, a cake that could double as a distraction, and a group of toddlers whose innocence was the perfect cover for a well‑timed heist. The plan needed to be flawless, but the absurdity of stealing birthday gifts made them grin like children themselves. Molly: “Alright, Bill, the party starts at seven, the kids will be distracted by the clown, and the parents will be busy with the karaoke machine—perfect timing for a silent swoop.” Bill: “Got it. I’ll disable the music system with a quick tap of my ‘magic wand’—these lock picks have a hidden magnet that can short‑circuit the speaker’s wiring.” Molly: “And I’ll slip in through the side door, the one with the broken lock that the kids think is just a ‘funny little gate.’ I’ll bring the sack, so we can haul everything without making a sound.” Bill: “What about the security camera? The one perched on the candy table? I’ll cover it with a reflective foil I stole from a craft store—makes it look like a glittery disco ball.” Molly: “Brilliant. The kids will think it’s part of the décor. And the clown’s red nose will be the perfect distraction when we make our move.” Bill: “Speaking of the clown, I’ll borrow his oversized shoes. They’re squeaky, but I’ll oil them with a little baby oil—silent as a whisper.” Molly: “I’ll also bring a handful of confetti cannons. When the cake is cut, we’ll trigger them, creating a cloud of sparkle that will mask any noise we make.” Bill: “And the presents—are we taking them all? Or just the big ones? The ones with the shiny ribbons?” Molly: “All of them. The kids will think they’re part of a magical treasure hunt. We’ll leave a few small toys as a ‘thank you note’—just enough to keep the parents from panicking.” Bill: “Got it. I’ll set a timer on the smoke machine so the room fills with fog for exactly two minutes, just enough for us to slip out with the loot.” Molly: “Two minutes of fog, a burst of confetti, and a clown’s squeaky shoes—this is going to be the most ridiculous, yet flawless, heist ever pulled.” Bill: “If anyone asks, we’ll claim we were hired as party entertainers. ‘We just wanted to make the birthday unforgettable.’” Molly: “Exactly. And when the police arrive, they’ll find a trail of glitter and a note that says, ‘Thanks for the party!’” Bill: “Then we’ll vanish into the night, our bags full of toys, our hearts full of laughter, and the kids none the wiser.” Molly: “Let’s do it. The night is young, and the presents are waiting.”