Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYARKF0F64F7BYS2Y57RTMW

Bill crumples a napkin into the cup holder, snorting. “Pineapple punch? Christ, even the Kool-Aid’s overpriced.” Molly squints through the van window at the inflatable dinosaur. “It’s a kids’ party, Bill. What if we trip over a toy? Or one of them starts crying mid-heist? I told you we should’ve gone for the sports store.” Bill pops a lollipop from his pocket—neon green, stick still sticky. “Relax. Parents are too busy fawning over their ‘little stars’ to notice if a present goes missing. And those boxes? Look at ’em. Wrapped like they’re from Santa itself. Probably got tablets, drones—shit, maybe a Nintendo Switch. Remember the birthday girl’s mom posted her ‘dream party’ on Instagram? Glitter wallpaper, unicorn piñata. Rich people’s kids have all the luck.” Molly adjusts her mask, covering half her face. “What about the piñata? Last time we hit a birthday, that thing clanged like a bell when we hit it.” Bill grins, tapping the side of his head. “Glitter bomb. In the form of a pinata filler. Boom—craft supplies everywhere. Kids’ll be so busy coughing, they won’t care their Paw Patrol backpack’s gone.” Molly sighs, but she’s smiling. “You’re an idiot, you know that? But… okay. One more thing: no stealing the lollipops until after. The parent’ll notice if their cupcake table’s missing a neon green.” Bill salutes. “Yes, ma’am. Mission: Steal Presents, Avoid Crying Kids, Don’t Eat the Candy Before We Go. Got it.” He pauses, then adds, “…Got it?” Molly rolls her eyes, but she’s already reaching for the bag of glitter. “Atta boy.”