Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNETT9DH7CHWBG5KNVY5SJR

Outside the modest duplex, streetlights sputtered like tired fireflies, casting erratic shadows on the cracked sidewalk. Inside, the cramped living room reeked of instant coffee and ambition, as Molly and Bill hunched over a folding table covered in flyers, a map, and a half‑eaten pizza. The Hendersons' annual children's birthday bash was the perfect camouflage: a clown, a magician, a cascade of balloons, and a mountain of brightly wrapped presents stacked beneath a glittering banner. Sir Bark‑a‑lot, the neighbor's yappy terrier, would be too busy chasing squirrels to notice a couple of extra ‘entertainers’ slipping through the side gate. The security camera at the front gate had a blind spot near the inflatable obstacle course, offering a narrow window of opportunity before the parents called the kids to the cake. Molly tapped the map with a red pen, circling the pile of gifts, while Bill practiced his best innocent grin in the dusty mirror. Molly: "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We pose as the entertainment." Bill: "You want me to be a clown again? Remember the incident with the glitter bomb." Molly: "No, we'll be magicians. Kids love a good rabbit-out-of-hat." Bill: "And the parents? They hover like vultures around the cake." Molly: "We'll slip a harmless dye in the lemonade. It’ll turn their tongues blue, and they'll run to the bathroom." Bill: "Blue tongues, really? That’s the most ridiculous distraction I’ve ever heard." Molly: "It’ll buy us five minutes. While they’re freaking out, we grab the gift pile." Bill: "What about Sir Bark‑a‑lot? That terrier has a sixth sense for trouble." Molly: "We’ll toss a squeaky toy to the left. He’ll chase it, and we slip right." Bill: "The security camera at the front gate—any blind spots?" Molly: "There’s a gap near the bouncy castle. The angle is too wide for the lens." Bill: "Perfect. We’ll slip in through the side gate, act casual, and head straight for the presents." Molly: "I’ll wear the magician’s cape. It has extra pockets for quick grabs." Bill: "And I’ll bring a fake ‘gift’ box with a false bottom. We can stash the loot inside." Molly: "We need a signal. When I pull the rabbit from the hat, that’s our cue." Bill: "What if the rabbit actually jumps? It might cause a panic." Molly: "That’s the panic we need. While everyone’s laughing, we swipe." Bill: "And the kids? We don’t want any tears. We’ll leave a glittery ‘thank you’ note." Molly: "Exactly. They’ll think the presents were a gift from the magician. Pure generosity." Bill: "Alright, let’s rehearse the swap. I’ll pretend to hand you a wand, you grab a box." Molly: "Remember, light fingers, not heavy hands. The gifts are already wrapped, so don’t crush them." Bill: "Got it. We’ll be as gentle as a ninja stealing a cookie from a toddler." Molly: "The time is set. We go in at 3:15, just as the cake is being cut." Bill: "And we’ll be out by 3:40, before the parents start the photo frenzy." Molly: "Let’s do a quick walk‑through tomorrow. Check the gate, the camera, the dog." Bill: "And grab a coffee. I’ll need my energy for the heist of the century."