Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNEY3W8EF0YER51972AC2KC

Moonlight flickered over the Hendersons' lawn, where pink balloons bobbed in the night. Inside, a birthday party roared with giggles and the tinny beat of a karaoke machine. Outside, Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge, whispering. Molly: "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. The cake comes at five, the presents are stacked in the living room like a Jenga tower, and the parents will dash to the kitchen for ice cream. That's our three‑minute window." Bill: "Three minutes? I can barely juggle a single balloon in that time, let alone a mountain of toys and a glittery pink bike. My back still aches from the circus tent escapade." Molly: "That's why we're bringing the collapsible wagon. We fold it, roll it in like a magic carpet, and when the parents turn around we claim to be the 'party cleanup crew.' They'll think we belong to the event." She drew a quick sketch in the dirt, complete with an arrow labeled 'Wagon Route'. Bill: "Fine, but what about the dog? The Hendersons' golden retriever thinks he's a guard dog. He might lick the wagon and alert everyone." Molly: "We bring bacon strips. Two minutes of slobber, and the beast will be busy chewing. Then we grab the biggest box—the video‑game console—while the parents are still fighting the ice‑cream scoop." Bill rolled his eyes, but the idea was absurd enough to work. Bill: "If we get caught, I'm blaming the clown outfit." Molly: "No clown needed—just a 'Party Services' polo and a badge. The kids will be too busy fighting over cake to notice us." The ice‑cream truck jingled in the distance, its melody drifting like a siren. Molly: "That's our cue. We slip in, load the wagon, and vanish before the first 'Happy Birthday' echo fades." Bill: "Let's do it. And if anyone asks, we're the cleanup crew, not the presents thieves." The night smelled of frosting and popcorn. They slipped through the side gate, the wagon humming, the laughter of children echoing behind them. The plan was ridiculous, the stakes were trivial, but for Molly and Bill it was the perfect birthday heist. Bill: "What about the decoy? We swap the console with a box of old socks and a note that says the elves are on strike." Molly: "Perfect. The parents will think the kids stole it, and we'll be long gone." Bill: "And the other presents? We fill each bag with a mix of real toys and empty boxes, then shuffle them like a magician." Molly: "Exactly. The wagon will look like a moving birthday parade, and nobody will suspect a thing." Bill: "Alright, let's roll. The music's blasting, the kids are dancing, and the parents are busy filming. This is our moment." Bill: "On three. One, two, go!" They lunged forward, the wheels squeaking, the night alive with giggles. Molly: "Let's make this birthday unforgettable for everyone." Molly: "Ready?" Bill: "Go!" The stars twinkled above, the night promising mischief. They grinned, the wagon wheels humming, ready for the next adventure.