Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9XY7AN6KTTEEBHDTPVZ56

The warehouse smelled like stale popcorn and regret, the kind of regret that comes from realizing you’ve just agreed to rob a *children’s party*. Molly adjusted her ski mask, the elastic digging into her forehead like a guilty conscience. Bill leaned against a crate of deflated balloons, twirling a candy cane between his fingers like it was a baton. “You sure about this?” Molly whispered, eyeing the security camera feed on her tablet. A blur of giggling kids and a piñata shaped like a dragon filled the screen. “Last time we hit a party, we got chased by a *goldfish*.” Bill grinned, his breath smelling faintly of caramel. “Relax, Mol. This one’s different. The parents are all too busy stuffing their faces at the buffet to notice a couple of ‘lost’ partygoers. And if they do? We’ll just play along. ‘Oh, hi! We’re here for the *free cake*!’” Molly crossed her arms. “And if someone asks why we’re wearing ski masks?” “Then we’ll say we’re *undercover detectives*.” He mimed adjusting invisible glasses. “‘We’re here to solve the mystery of the *missing cupcakes*.’” She groaned. “We’re gonna get caught.” “Nah,” Bill said, popping the candy cane into his mouth. “Worst case, we blend in. Hand out some lollipops, tell a few jokes—kids love that. By the time they figure out we’re not here for the juice boxes, we’ll be long gone with enough presents to open our own *Toys R Us*.” Molly sighed, already imagining the look on the parents’ faces when they realized their carefully wrapped gifts were now “borrowed.” “You’re a monster.” Bill winked. “And you love me.”