Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM5J3MMQKNRR2F5P30RMTP4

Molly adjusted the brim of her oversized party hat, glaring at Bill, who was busy stuffing balloons into a backpack. "You do realize we're crashing a five-year-old's birthday party, right? Not exactly the Louvre." Bill grinned, tying a bright pink bow around his neck. "Exactly. Kids are easy. They’re too busy crying over cake and fighting over toys to notice us. Plus, the parents are too busy herding them like feral cats." Molly sighed, flicking a stray glittery streamer off her sleeve. "Fine. But if we get caught by a bunch of moms armed with sippy cups and baby wipes, I’m blaming you." Bill shrugged, pulling a crumpled map from his pocket. "Relax. I’ve got the layout memorized. Presents are in the back room next to the piñata. We go in, grab everything shiny, and bounce. Easy peasy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Easy peasy? You sound like the kids we’re stealing from." "Hey, I’m just trying to keep the mood light," Bill said, tossing her a sparkly wand. "Here. Blend in." Molly stared at the wand. "You’re kidding, right?" Bill shook his head. "No way. We’re party guests now. Act natural. Wave that thing around like you’re sprinkling fairy dust or whatever." Molly groaned but reluctantly took the wand. "If anyone asks, I’m the birthday fairy. Happy?" "Perfect," Bill said, popping a party whistle into his mouth. "Now, follow my lead." They strolled into the backyard where the party was in full swing. A clown was twisting balloon animals, kids were screaming, and parents were frantically trying to corral them. Molly glanced around nervously. "This is chaos. How are we supposed to find the presents in this madness?" Bill pointed to a door on the far side of the yard. "That’s our target. Just follow me and keep waving that wand." Molly muttered under her breath but followed him through the crowd, weaving past a group of kids playing musical chairs. As they neared the door, Bill turned to her. "Okay, here’s the plan. You distract anyone who looks suspicious. I’ll grab the loot." Molly frowned. "How am I supposed to distract them? Juggle cupcakes?" Bill grinned. "Exactly. Use your charm. You’re a natural." Before Molly could protest, Bill slipped through the door. She sighed, glancing around. A suspicious-looking dad approached, holding a juice box. "Hey, you’re not one of the party organizers, are you?" Molly plastered on a fake smile. "Uh, yeah. Totally. I’m the… party coordinator." The dad narrowed his eyes. "I thought the coordinator was wearing a tutu." Molly panicked, waving the wand frantically. "She’s on break! I’m her… backup fairy. Didn’t you get the memo?" The dad looked unconvinced, but before he could respond, Bill emerged from the room, dragging a bulging sack behind him. "Mission accomplished. Let’s bounce." Molly glanced at the sack. "Did you take the piñata too?" Bill shrugged. "Why not? It’s full of candy. Double score." As they hurried toward the gate, the dad shouted, "Hey! You can’t take that!" Bill turned and grinned, tossing a handful of glitter into the air. "Party’s over, buddy!" They sprinted down the street, the sack of presents bouncing between them. Molly glared at Bill. "Next time, we’re robbing a bank. Less glitter, more gold." Bill laughed, holding up a candy-filled piñata. "But where’s the fun in that?"