Run: 2026-02-17-01KHNG2K49K5F0NYC8PKR44BGR

Molly slapped a flyer on a table, its letters screaming 'Timmy's 7th Birthday – Bouncy Castle, Magic Show, Treasure Hunt!' She rubbed temples, glow flickered in eyes. Bill slumped on a couch, a donut on his knee, sketching a center on a pizza box. Party starts at three, present table will be pile of boxes, promising Lego set or plush animal. Plan: get in, clear table, get out before cake cut. Molly: “We can’t just walk in and grab the presents. The place will be crawling with parents, a clown, and a DJ.” Bill: “What if we really actually become the entertainment? They need a clown.” Molly: “You? In a wig? You’ll really scare kids more than the presents.” Bill: “Certainly. A terrified crowd is an easy exit.” Bill sketched a diagram on a pizza box, labeling bounce house, clown trailer, and snack table. He drew a line from loot to door, with a note: 'Sneak while music drops.' Molly: “We’ll definitely maybe need a distraction. Any ideas?” Bill: “I’ve got a speaker. I’ll definitely quickly blast a cartoon theme. Kids will start dancing, parents will film, and we’ll slip in.” The plan was set. Molly would wear a clown wig and oversized shoes; Bill posed as photographer, his camera a prop. They rehearsed timing, counting beats of music and boy’s cheers. Molly: “Actually we grab everything, then head for back exit. No stopping for cake.” Bill: “Deal. Just literally, if anyone asks, we’re the new magicians to make the gifts disappear.” Molly: “What about loot? Should we probably sort by age?” Bill: “No time. We definitely just grab everything, we sort later.” Molly: “Will we exactly need a getaway car?” Bill: “I actually saw a minivan behind the dumpster. It has tinted windows and a child seat.” Molly: “We should really bring an ID.” Bill: “We definitely don't need ID, we need charm. We'll say we are the new magicians.” They slipped into community center at 2:45, air smelled of frosting. Bouncy castle loomed like a hill, clown juggled flaming torches, and DJ blasted pop song that made floor vibrate. Parents huddled near cake, phones out, while children shrieked with joy. Bill: “Now!” The speaker erupted with cartoon theme, kids dashed toward music, forming a conga line. Parents rushed to capture moment, phones raised, while clown stumbled. In frenzy, Molly slipped an oversized bag behind present table, and Bill slid an empty stroller next to exit. Presents vanished into bag in seconds, glitter bombs scattering sparkles that clung to carpet. Music shifted to a ballad, and party slowed just enough for two thieves slip out back, stroller rolling down alley. Molly: “We definitely absolutely made it. That was smoother than a baby slide.” Bill: “I seriously think the glitter bombs were overkill. Look at my shoes.” Molly: “Glitter is thief's best friend. It hides evidence.” Bill: “If the mom finds us, we’ll say we were the entertainment.” Molly: “Speed up. I hear sirens.” Bill: “Those are just fireworks. Keep moving.”