Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8JNF661Y89R7QWENFGH7K

**Title: *The Great Toy Heist*** The neon glow of the party’s disco ball flickered against Molly’s sneakers as she adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses. Bill leaned against the fence, arms crossed, watching the chaos inside. “You’re sure this is the right place?” Bill asked, voice dripping with skepticism. “Positive,” Molly said, pulling out her phone. “The security camera’s got a dead pixel right over the cake table. Perfect.” Bill groaned. “You’re telling me we’re about to rob a *children’s party*?” “Exactly,” Molly said, tossing him a bag of stolen candy. “And if we’re caught, we’ll just say we were *supposed* to be there for the ‘treasure hunt.’” “You’re insane.” “And you’re the one who suggested we do this,” Molly shot back. “You’re the one who’s always got a panic attack at the sight of a kid’s laughter.” Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal.” Molly grinned, already unzipping her backpack. “First rule—no screaming. Second rule—if we see a parent, we *pretend* to be lost cousins.” Bill scoffed. “You’re a terrible liar.” “Nah,” Molly said, ducking through the gap in the fence. “I’m *perfect* at this.” Inside, the party was a symphony of giggles and clinking glasses. A group of kids in glow sticks circled a giant box labeled *OPEN ME!* while their parents milled about, oblivious. “Okay,” Bill whispered, eyeing the nearest parent. “What’s the play?” “Distract them,” Molly said, grabbing a nearby balloon. “I’ll pop it, and you fake a coughing fit.” Bill groaned. “You’re *terrible* at this.” “Shut up,” Molly said, hurling the balloon into the air. It burst with a dramatic *POP*, sending a cloud of confetti into the air. A woman turned, squinting. “Oh! My *balloon*!” Bill immediately doubled over, coughing into his fist. “You’re *so* bad at this,” Molly muttered, already slipping into the crowd. “Just wait till we get the presents,” Bill called after her. “Then we’ll see who’s the real thief.” Molly didn’t answer. She was already stealing a stuffed animal from a kid’s hands—*and* stealing his attention. “Hey! That’s mine!” the boy wailed. Bill, still coughing, just nodded and whispered, “We’re good.” Molly grinned. “We’re *so* good.”