Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEWZ3EAAKP78X47KHB2GZB

The moon hung low over the suburban cul‑de‑sac, casting a milky glow on the inflated bouncy castle. Molly wiped a smear of lipstick from her cheek and consulted the crumpled blueprint Bill had drawn on the back of a pizza receipt. The plan was absurdly simple: infiltrate the annual birthday blowout for little Timmy, swipe every shiny wrapped box, and vanish before the piñata even cracked. Bill adjusted his fake moustache and whispered his final adjustments, already picturing the children’s bewildered faces. The kitchen smelled of frosting and cheap pop, and a dozen parents hovered near the snack table, oblivious to the two shadows circling the loot. Molly crouched behind a balloon arch, her heart hammering like a tiny drum. Bill signaled with a nod, and they slipped through the back door, their shoes squeaking on the linoleum. The plan hinged on speed, coordination, and a believable alibi: a clown‑themed entertainer and his unsuspecting assistant. They rehearsed their roles with the seriousness of veteran actors, whispering jokes about sugar crashes and the inevitable tantrum when the cake disappears in silence. "We pose as clowns, steal gifts, exit before the cake." "I'll juggle, distract parents, you grab the loot quickly now."