Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFT0ZDJMRYGJ3CCD2TTCFQ

Molly crouched behind the bounce house, eyes fixed on the cake, and whispered to Bill. A chaotic chorus of giggles. Molly here, ready the net, Bill? The presents are stacked like bricks at a Lego tower. Bill reporting, Molly, I've got a glittery gift bag that can hold a hundred glow in the dark dinosaurs. Molly, we should disguise ourselves as clowns, the perfect alibi for a birthday explosion. Bill, absolutely, the piñata is a Trojan horse full of candy and hidden traps we can exploit. Molly, once the kids scramble for sweets, we slip the loot into the bag while they’re dazzled. Bill, if any adult asks, we’re the entertainment, juggling flaming swords and handing out extra balloon swords. Molly, timing is key; the cake cutting will trigger a stampede, perfect for a quick heist. Bill, we’ll synchronize watches, the kid’s digital watch glows in the dark, we’ll just follow its beeps. Molly, after the presents vanish, we’ll vanish too, leaving only a trail of confetti and bewildered parents. Bill, remember, no stealing the birthday boy's cake, otherwise the police will think it’s a real party crime. Molly, on three, we dash, grab, and sprint, no kids catch us.