Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9V5GF77C6C35Y73HHXK8A

The living room reeked of neon punch and glitter, Molly’s map of the party venue—doodled with stick figures labeled “Balloons Bunch” and “Pinata Terror”—crumpled beside a half-eaten unicorn cupcake. Bill, legs wrapped in a deflated SpongeBob balloon, scowled at a playdough pile she’d sculpted into a “security model.” “What if *they* take the loot first?” he mumbled. Molly flicked a glittery sticker off his shoulder. “Kids at parties? They’d rather attack a piñata than a gift bag. Plus,” she grinned, tapping the map, “the corner table’s under that teddy bear canopy. Camouflage, baby.” Bill sighed, peeling a lollipop from the cupcake crumbs. “You’re *insane*.” “Insane and *elegant*,” she retorted, popping a Starburst into her mouth. A distant giggle echoed from the window—some kid had found a glow stick. Molly nudged the map closer. “One sticky finger on the wrapping, and we’re out. Simple. And if the cake machine sings? We dance. Problem solved.” Bill rolled his eyes, but a smile twitched. He tucked the lollipop behind his ear. “Next time, I’m letting *you* be the one to explain to a toddler why his Dolly’s missing.” “I’ll call her ‘borrowed,’” she said, slamming the map shut. “Toddlers love that word.” Outside, a balloon popped. Molly winked. “They won’t even notice.”