Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFBYA1294XPZAVDSH87NHQ

Molly leaned against the fence,her eyes tracking the kids swarming around the giant inflatable castle. "Look at 'em, Bill. Pure chaos. Like a swarm of sugar-crazed locusts. Perfect cover." Bill adjusted his glasses, peering through his binoculars. "Chaos is our friend, Molly. But we need a point of entry. The back gate looks unsecured. That's our window." "Window? More like a gaping maw," Molly muttered, scanning the yard. "But what about the presents? They're the real prize. How do we get past the parents? They're like human watchdogs." Bill tapped his chin. "Simple. We blend in. We're the 'Uncle Bob' and 'Aunt Sally' act. Parents love handing out candy to 'nice uncles.' We'll position ourselves near the snack table. Easy in, easy out." Molly snorted. "Blending in? With our getups? You look like you raided a thrift store's '80s section, Bill. And I'm wearing this tacky clown wig. We'll stick out like a sore thumb." "Comfort over style, Molly. We need to be forgettable. Parents won't remember us if we're uncomfortable." Bill adjusted his ill-fitting polyester suit. "Focus. The presents are under that blue tarp near the cake table. We grab 'em, we're out before the first tantrum starts." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Tantrums? That's our cue. We hit it when the parents are distracted by a meltdown. Perfect." Bill sighed, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Fine. Operation 'Steal the Sugar Rush' is a go. Remember the plan: Snack table, grab the tarp, vanish. No heroics. No talking to kids. They bite." "Got it. No heroics. No talking to kids." Molly mimicked him, then winked. "Unless they offer us candy. Then we negotiate." Bill shook his head, but he couldn't help chuckling. "Just stick to the plan, Molly. And for the love of all that's shiny, don't trip over the clown shoes." Molly adjusted her oversized, floppy shoes. "Don't worry. My grace is legendary. Now, let's go make some parents' lives a living nightmare." She took a step towards the gate, then paused. "Bill? What if the kids... you know... like the presents?" Bill stared at her, then burst out laughing. "Molly! They're five! They'll like *anything*! Now move!" He pushed her towards the gate, the plan, however ridiculous, finally set in motion.