Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9AZFC6BEBR9W1Q43VAASC

The neon glow of a flickering "Happy Birthday!" sign cast long shadows across the backyard as Molly adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers twitching with anticipation. "Alright, Bill, we’re in. The cake’s got more frosting than security, and those kids are too busy opening presents to notice a ghost." Bill leaned against the fence, cracking his knuckles with a grin. "Ghost? Molly, I’m the ghost. You’re the *distraction*—remember? The one who’s supposed to make the parents think they’re losing their minds." "Oh, *please*," she scoffed, tossing a handful of glitter into the air. "I’ll be the ‘mysterious woman in a sequin cape’ who ‘accidentally’ knocks over the punch bowl. Classic move." She paused, then added, "Though if we’re being honest, I’d rather just walk in like we own the place." Bill shook his head. "And get caught? No way. We’re pros. We’ve got the *perfect* plan—steal all the presents, leave the kids with just the cake and the piñata, and vanish before the parents even realize they’ve been robbed." Molly groaned. "You’re evil. I love it." "Teamwork," Bill said, clapping her on the back. "Now, you handle the parents. I’ll handle the presents. And if anyone asks, we were *never* here." Molly grinned. "Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for not bringing enough duct tape." Bill smirked. "Worth it."