Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQ2H7QVHVWC2N11Y8W803N

Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned against the fence of the brightly decorated backyard. "You sure this is the right house, Bill? I don’t see any security cameras, but I *do* see a piñata shaped like a unicorn. That’s either a red flag or a personal vendetta." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the streamers. "Relax, it’s the perfect target. Kids are too busy stuffing their faces with cupcakes to notice us. And parents? They’re already three mimosas deep. We’ll be in and out before they even realize the presents are gone." Molly crossed her arms. "And what’s our cover? We can’t just waltz in wearing black turtlenecks and calling ourselves ‘the present fairies.’" Bill grinned. "We’re the entertainment. I’ve got a magic trick up my sleeve—literally. Watch this." He pulled out a deck of cards and made a coin disappear. "Ta-da! Now, who’s gonna suspect the magician?" Molly sighed. "You’re terrible at magic. That coin’s in your other pocket." Bill patted his pocket. "…Right. Plan B: we crash the party as the birthday kid’s long-lost cousins from Canada." Molly groaned. "You don’t even have an accent." "Neither do you," Bill shot back. Molly smirked. "Fair. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you. And I’m *really* bad at blaming people." Bill adjusted his hat. "Deal. Now, let’s go steal some toys before the cake gets cut."