Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY7XVYVVQ3R65HJ1RRVHB7N

The neon glow of the party’s inflatable castle flickered against the blackened windows of the house, its sugar-coated chaos spilling onto the sidewalk like a candy-colored crime scene. Molly adjusted her ski mask—*just in case*—and nudged Bill with her elbow. He grunted, already cracking his knuckles like a man who’d rather smash than sneak. “You’re gonna need more than those,” she whispered, eyeing his trusty crowbar. “Kids’ parties are like Fort Knox, but with glitter and bad cupcakes.” Bill wiped a smudge of dirt from his cheek. “I’ve got a plan. We go in, grab the presents, and *poof*—we’re out before the parents even notice their own kids are missing.” Molly snorted. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve said all week. Last time you tried ‘poof,’ we ended up in a piñata.” “It was an *accident*!” Bill hissed. “Also, I *did* bring the distraction. Check it out.” He held up a small, squishy ball that looked suspiciously like a deflated stress toy. “Bill,” Molly sighed, “that’s a *squishy ball*.” “It’s a *diversion*!” He squeezed it. “When I throw this, the kids’ll all scream and run inside, and we’ll slip in like ghosts.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “We’re stealing from *children*, Bill.” “They’ll never miss it,” he said, already rolling the ball between his palms. “Trust me. I once stole a kid’s lunchbox and he didn’t even notice until *three days later*.” “That was because you replaced it with a rock.” “A *nice* rock.” She exhaled through her nose. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the glitter.”