Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8B4P633VGZ2R3C6JDE4WA

The neon glow of the party balloon arch pulsed like a drunk firefly as Molly crouched behind the hedge, her breath fogging the air between them. Bill adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses with a sigh, already sweating through his "I ♥ Cupcakes" T-shirt. "Alright, Molly," he whispered, poking a finger toward the house, "the plan was to go in through the kitchen, but now I’m seeing *three* security cameras just on this side of the patio alone." Molly grinned, twirling a butter knife between her fingers. "Bill, my love, you’re looking at it like it’s a *fortress*, not a sugar-fueled toddler convention." She nudged him with her elbow. "We’re not stealing from the Grinch. These kids have *no* idea what’s coming. Their parents are too busy pretending they’re cool to notice us slip in like ghosts." Bill adjusted his hat—decorated with a single, slightly melted candy cane. "And if we *do* get caught? You’ve got a plan for that, right? Like, a *good* plan?" Molly winked. "Oh, Bill. I’ve got a plan for *everything*." She pulled a small, glittery envelope from her pocket. "This is my emergency exit pass. It’s just a napkin with a doodle of a bunny on it, but trust me, it’s *gold*." Bill squinted. "A bunny?" Molly shrugged. "It’s the universal symbol for ‘I was here, but I didn’t do anything.’ Now, unless you’ve got a better idea, we’re hitting the buffet table at exactly 8:17 PM. Sharp." She stood, stretching her arms like a cat. "And Bill? If we hear ‘surprise!’ before we’re done, we *run*." She grabbed his wrist and yanked him toward the sliding glass door. "Let’s make these kids’ parents *very* confused."