Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9C3NWCSVDHRHRDDX12WT1

The neon glow of the party balloon arch pulsed like a drunk firefly outside the window, its cheerful chaos seeping through the blinds like a bad idea. Molly adjusted her gloves, the fabric whispering against her palms as she crouched beside the dumpster behind the community center. Inside, the laughter of kids and the clink of plastic cups sounded like a symphony of doom. "Alright," Bill muttered, his breath fogging the air between them, "we’re in. The security’s just a guy named Gary who takes naps. And the cake’s got more sprinkles than a rainbow explosion." Molly grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "And the presents? Stacked like a Jenga tower of greed." Bill tapped his temple. "The plan’s solid. We go in, grab the good stuff, and out before the parents realize their kids have turned into tiny ninjas with candy comas." She nudged him with her elbow. "You’re forgetting the part where we have to dodge a piñata full of marshmallows." Bill groaned. "I *hate* marshmallows." Molly’s laughter bubbled up as she pulled a tiny, glittery key from her pocket. "Then let’s make this quick. Before the only thing we steal is a sugar rush."