Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF3QP2YMSZTRJ1EBNE5SB4

The hallway smelled of frosting and cheap streamers as Molly and Bill huddled behind a folding table, whispering about the ultimate loot. The plan was absurd, but the payoff— rows of brightly wrapped boxes stacked like tiny towers— called to their mischievous souls. They rehearsed their entrance, timing the arrival of the birthday clown’s final bow, while a flock of balloons bobbed overhead like buoyant spies. Bill adjusted his oversized hat, eyeing the back door that led to the kitchen where the treasure trove awaited. Molly checked her watch, counting the seconds until the candles would be blown out and the presents would be left unattended. Their eyes met, and a silent agreement passed between them. The moment the crowd erupted in applause, they would slip through the gap, snatch the glittering parcels, and vanish before anyone noticed. In the chaos, they would blend in with the excited children, their tiny masks of innocence perfect for the deception. The night promised a laugh, a chase, and a haul that would make even the grumpiest granny blush. Molly said, "We’ll masquerade as clowns, swipe the presents, slip away quickly." Bill added, "Bill, keep the balloons ready, we trade them for loot."