Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY85TJDBNSWDK6QT4T2C717

Molly flattened herself against the oak, peeking over the fence at the spread: a checkered blanket buried under sparkly wrapping paper, a piñata shaped like a unicorn, and a stack of cookies with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS” scrawled in blue icing. Bill shifted beside her, ankle-deep in clover, his thieving gloves crumpling a candy wrapper. “You sure this is a *heist* and not a… a *kindergarten heist*?” he whispered. “What if one of those kids yells ‘police’? We’ll be swatted by a toddler with a toy phone.” Molly smacked his arm. “Relax. These parents are too busy taking selfies to notice their presents are doing a disappearing act. And the piñata—” she nodded “—has *gummy bears* *and* a single gold coin. Lucas’s grandma’s a retired casino dealer. Trust me, I’ve scouted.” She pulled a lockpick from her pocket, its plastic handle shaped like a unicorn horn. “Now, you let the piñata down—*carefully*—while I lift the blanket. Bill, if you hum ‘Baby Shark’ while you work, I’m leaving you to explain the glitter on your face to Lucas’s mom.” Bill groaned, but he was already inching toward the rope. “Fine. But if I step on a kiddy guitar, I’m blaming the gold coin. It’s *unlucky*.” Molly laughed, popping a sugar cookie into her mouth. “Lucky’s whatever we make it. Now move—before the clown starts his balloon animals. Those things take *forever* to steal.” They melted into the trees as the sound of “Let It Go” blared from a portable speaker, the unicorn piñata swinging gently in the breeze.