Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFTTMRSFDXDP28P1EC29BY

The basement glowed under a bulb. Molly unrolled a map on a table, ink smudging. Bill tapped his pen on a soda can, grinning at the idea of robbing a kid’s birthday. Their target: a pile of presents glittering like treasure. They rehearsed a cover story, giggled at a clown‑masked escape, and imagined the children’s faces when the loot vanished. The clock above the door ticked, reminding them the party started in an hour. Both checked disguises: a superhero cape for Molly, a ridiculous hat for Bill. With a nod, they slipped the map into a backpack and quickly left. "Molly: Grab the glitter bomb and the fake mustache." "Bill: I thought we said no lasers at a kid's party." "Molly: Exactly, the tiny tots will think it's a magic show." "Bill: Fine, I'll hide the net under the clown wig." "Molly: And I'll swap the piñata for a bag of dummy gifts." "Bill: If the parents ask, we say we're from the entertainment crew." "Molly: Right, just smile and hand out the empty boxes." "Bill: Then we dash while they chase the balloons." "Molly: Don't forget the glitter bombs for exit." "Bill: We'll slip out while cake is cut."