Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEVX53VC1556JP5YRXCTBH

The street was quiet, but the house blazed with streamers. The cake was a towering castle of frosting, gleaming brightly. Molly: Okay, Bill, we’ve got thirty minutes before the piñata drops, and the presents are stacked like a fortress. Bill: Perfect. I’ll masquerade as the magician’s assistant, fake wand loaded with glitter bombs. Molly: The clown’s balloon animals will be our cover. We inflate a few, hide loot inside, and stroll out like proud parents. Bill: When the cake smash starts, we’ll slip behind the bounce house, grab the gift bags, and vanish before anyone yells surprise. Molly: Parents have smartphones, so we keep faces hidden or we’ll go viral as the ‘thieves at a toddler party.’ Bill: I swapped the juice boxes for medicine‑flavored ones. That’ll keep the kids away from the table for five minutes. Molly: I’ll hide empty gift bags in the sandbox, then we exit through the hedge maze. The only thing missing will be the loot. Bill: If anyone asks, we’re the new clowns hired for the after‑party. I’ve got a rubber chicken. Molly: Let’s move. The first song is ending, and the kids are eyeing the piñata. We don’t want to miss the candy.