Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNF76GW7T7QX74EPFHEFVNC

Molly and Bill crouched behind a hedge of inflated balloons, backyard a kaleidoscope of streamers and a glittery banner that shouted “Happy Birthday!” in neon letters. The schedule was simple: the magician would finish in ten minutes, the cake would be cut shortly after, and the presents would sit unguarded on a table draped in a polka‑dot cloth while the children chased a pinata. Molly whispered, “We grab the gifts while the clown flips his hat,” she whispered. Bill murmured, “Then we slip away before the music starts, quietly now,” he murmured. They synchronize their watches, a pair of cheap digital devices that beeped like angry bees. The garden smelled of sugar and sunscreen, and a distant parent shouted, “No running on grass!” Their nerves tingled, but their smiles were as bright as the fairy lights strung across the fence. With a practiced glide, Bill slipped a velvet bag over the mound of toys while Molly kept watch, counting the seconds until the next burst of laughter. The plan was absurd, the risk was ridiculous, yet the payoff—a mountain of new gadgets—was too tempting to ignore. They were about to make the ultimate birthday heist, and nothing could go wrong.