Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY84PCQ6YQMMR8V0QF34A7M

The neon glow of the party streamers outside the Smiths’ suburban mansion cast jagged shadows across the lawn like some kind of deranged disco. Molly crouched behind a bush, her gloved fingers twitching around the lockpick set in her pocket. Beside her, Bill adjusted his ill-fitting clown nose, his breath fogging in the cold air. "You sure about this?" he whispered, though his voice was barely audible over the distant wail of a piñata being destroyed indoors. Molly didn’t look up. "Positive. Kids’ parties are *gold mines*, Bill. Wrapped in glitter and regret." She tapped the blueprint spread across her knees—a crudely sketched floor plan with arrows labeled *Candy Buffet*, *Gift Table*, and *Parents (Distracted)*. "We hit at 3:17. That’s when the piñata drops and the parents start herding the little monsters toward the cake." Bill squinted at the diagram. "What if someone sees us?" Molly finally glanced at him, her eyes gleaming. "Then we’ll be the funniest clowns they’ve ever seen." She stood abruptly, knocking a garden gnome into the bushes. "Move. The jingle bells are about to get *very* loud."