Run: 2026-02-16-01KHM61YC8BW70F646R415R7TF

The dim glow of a flickering streetlight cast long shadows across the alley where Molly and Bill huddled over a crumpled napkin covered in scribbled notes. “Alright, genius,” Molly said, tapping the napkin with a chipped fingernail. “Explain this master plan again—slowly, so I can figure out where it falls apart.” Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. “It’s simple. We hit the party during the piñata chaos. Kids are screaming, parents are distracted, and—” “And we just waltz in, grab the presents, and leave?” Molly crossed her arms. “You do realize we’re adults, right? We stick out like a sore thumb at a kiddie party.” “Not if we blend in.” Bill grinned, pulling out two oversized, brightly colored hats from his bag. One had a cartoon unicorn, the other a grinning dinosaur. Molly stared. “You cannot be serious.” “Disguises!” Bill plopped the unicorn hat onto his head. “We’re the ‘fun’ relatives nobody remembers inviting. We mingle, we laugh at bad clown jokes, and when the sugar-fueled madness hits its peak—” “We stuff our pockets with loot and bolt.” Molly sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Bill, this is the dumbest plan you’ve ever had.” “That’s what you said about the petting zoo heist.” “We got chased by a goat!” “And we still got the cash!” Bill adjusted his hat. “Look, the security is nonexistent. It’s a bunch of toddlers and exhausted parents. The biggest threat is a juice box to the face.” Molly chewed her lip. “What about the presents? They’re probably just cheap plastic junk.” Bill’s eyes gleamed. “Not this party. Little Timmy Wellington’s birthday. His dad’s loaded. Rumor has it there’s a solid gold rattle in there.” “A what?” “Rich people stuff, Molly. Point is, we’re talking high-end loot. And—” He pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I swiped the invite.” Molly groaned. “You’re unbelievable.” “So? You in?” She hesitated, then snatched the dinosaur hat. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Bill clapped his hands. “That’s the spirit! Now, here’s the play-by-play…” As he launched into the details, Molly couldn’t help but smirk. Dumb as it was, there was a twisted charm to Bill’s schemes. And hey—if nothing else, at least there’d be cake.