Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFNHETXCP0T4BA1SPZCA7Z

Molly hunched over a crumpled map of the community center, tracing the path to the birthday ballroom. The room sparkled with streamers, a cake, and a bouncy castle that seemed to groan under the energy of six‑year‑olds. Bill twirled a sword he had lifted from the loot table, grinning like a kid who’d just unlocked a cheat code. He whispered that they would blend in with the mascots, pointing at a rubber duck wobbling near the snack table. He mentioned the clown held a key to the supply closet, and the DJ was looping a “Baby Shark” track. He noted the piñata would fall three minutes after the cake cutting, when children would swarm for candy and adults would chase crumbs. Bill nodded, already picturing a haul of action figures and gift bags. They practiced a switch: swapping empty boxes for real presents, slipping through the kitchen, and slipping out via the service elevator that smelled of frosting and mischief. The scheme was absurd, but the payoff was a mountain of toys that would make any collector weep with joy. Molly: I'll slip past the magician while he fumbles slowly. Bill: I'll grab loot when the kids rush for cake.