Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM617RFT3QCT7MWGTP61BEM

The dim glow of a single naked bulb flickered above Molly and Bill as they hunched over a crudely drawn map of the Smythe family backyard. Balloon arches, a bouncy castle, and a suspiciously well-guarded gift table were labeled with the urgency of a military operation. Molly tapped a red X with her chewed-up pencil. “Guard dog,” she muttered. Bill squinted. “That’s a chihuahua in a party hat.” Molly glared. “It’s got the eyes of a killer.” Bill sighed, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “Alright, so we distract the dog with cake, slip in during the piñata chaos—” “No, no, no,” Molly interrupted, “the piñata’s a decoy. The real play is the magician. Crowd’s hypnotized, we grab the loot, disappear like bad magic.” Bill frowned. “You think a guy who can’t even pull a rabbit out of a hat is gonna hypnotize anyone?” Molly leaned in, grinning. “Exactly. Kids’ll be so disappointed, they won’t notice us.” Outside, the distant squeal of children echoed. Bill chewed his lip. “What if we get caught?” Molly snatched the map. “Then we blame the clown.” The bulb buzzed. Somewhere, a chihuahua barked. The heist was on.