Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNFV8W5MQBSS447X9XDAG4X

Molly squintedat the blinking red light on the security camera. "Perfect," she whispered, nudging Bill. "That's the only one watching the back door. Bill, you're our distraction. Go make some noise." Bill groaned, adjusting his oversized clown nose. "Molly, we're breaking into a birthday party. The 'distraction' is a three-year-old with a juice box." "Exactly!" Molly grinned. "He'll be too busy trying to pour it on his head to notice us. You go, Bill. Be the clown. I'll be the magician. Poof! Presents gone." Bill shuffled towards the living room, his clown shoes squeaking. "I'm not a magician, Molly. I'm a... a... professional party crasher with a questionable wig." Molly rolled her eyes. "Just do it. And for the love of all that's shiny, don't trip over the piñata." Bill disappeared into the festive chaos. Molly checked her watch. "Ten minutes. That's all we need. Kids are predictable. Nap time starts... now." She slipped through the slightly ajar back door. Inside, the living room was a battlefield of streamers, half-eaten cake, and squealing children. Molly spotted the presents, stacked neatly under a tree. "Bingo," she breathed, reaching for the largest box. A small voice piped up, "Who's that? Are you a monster?" Molly froze, heart pounding. "No! I'm... the birthday fairy! Delivering extra presents!" The child frowned. "But the fairy brings presents at night. You're too loud." Molly winced. "Right. Too loud. Bad fairy. Run along, little one." She tried to back away, but the child grabbed her ankle. "Help! Monster!" Bill burst in, tripping over a discarded balloon. "Molly! I got the juice box! It's... it's... wet!" He held up a soggy, red-stained clown nose. Molly sighed, looking at the child clinging to her leg and Bill looking like a drowned rat. "This was supposed to be a cakewalk," she muttered. "Now we've got a witness and a soggy clown. Maybe we should just... leave the presents?" She gestured helplessly at the tree. Bill nodded vigorously, his eyes wide. They retreated as quietly as possible, leaving the party intact, the presents untouched, and Bill muttering about needing a new nose.