Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFBEA1H8D8ND3CTJKC0MBA

A dim streetlamp flickered over the suburban cul-de-sac, casting long shadows across the pastel decorations of the Hendersons' backyard. The inflatable castle sagged in the breeze, and the smell of birthday cake drifted from the open kitchen window. Molly: "Bill, here's the plan. The party starts at three, and the parents will be busy with the clown and the magician until five. We slip in through the back gate, hide behind the bouncy castle, and wait for the kids to tear into the presents." Bill: "The back gate is padlocked, but I've got a pair of bolt cutters in my bag. Also, the neighbor's dog barks at strangers, so we need to bring a treat to keep it quiet. We'll move fast once the cake is cut and run quickly." Molly: "We can use the piñata as a distraction. When the kids start hitting it, the parents will gather around, giving us a clear path to the present table. I'll wear the clown wig and hand out extra candy to keep them focused and laugh loudly." Bill: "Once the cake is sliced, the presents will be stacked near the stage. I'll grab the heavy ones while you sweep the small gifts into a duffel bag. We'll need to be out of sight before the birthday song ends and dash to the van." Molly: "The side alley leads to the parking lot where our van is hidden behind the trash bins. We'll slip through the fence, toss the bags in the back, and drive off before anyone realizes the presents are missing and speed away without turning back quickly." Bill: "If any child spots us, we'll claim we're the entertainment's assistants. I'll flash a fake ID and you will hand out stickers. The ruse should buy us enough time to load the last of the loot and then disappear before the parents start asking questions." Molly: "After we leave, we'll meet at the abandoned warehouse on Maple Street. We'll sort the toys, keep the ones that fetch a high price, and donate the rest to a charity box to cover our tracks and pretend we were just generous donors for now." Bill: "Check your gadgets: the bolt cutters, the candy stash, the fake moustache, and the van keys. We'll synchronize our watches to the second the clown finishes his act, then move in sync like a well‑oiled machine and make a clean getaway without leaving clues behind." Molly slipped the bolt cutters into her belt, while Bill adjusted the moustache in the mirror of a parked car. They glanced at the house, noting balloons bobbing in the wind and laughter spilling onto the lawn. The plan was set; timing precise. As the clown's final trick ended, they moved like shadows, slipping through the gate and blending with the party's chaos. The streetlight flickered, casting a glow over the back fence as they vanished into the night, the weight of the loot still humming in their pockets. They plan the next heist.