Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAS15PYXV16WYMN0DVZ40Y

Molly sucks a cherry lollipop pilfered from a stray bike basket, leaning against a splintered park bench opposite the balloon-draped community center. The children’s shrieks bubble through open windows, and she tracks a parent hauling a stack of wrapped presents inside. Bill fidgets with a crumpled princess party hat he grabbed earlier, his scuffed boots scuffing the dirt. He glances at his cracked pocket watch, jaw tight, as a kid chases a butterfly past their hideout. A gust of wind tugs at Molly’s hood, exposing a streak of neon pink hair she forgot to cover, quickly tucking it back. “You’re absolutely sure the cake’s distraction’s foolproof?” Bill mumbles. “Positive—my cousin’s the baker, and she’s lacing the sprinkles with extra sugar rush powder,” Molly says. “They’ll be too chaotic to notice presents vanishing?” Bill asks. “Exactly—parents’ll be herding tantrums, not counting gift boxes,” Molly replies. “What about the party clown?” Bill presses. “He’s my old partner—he’ll ‘accidentally’ knock over a balloon arch right when we sneak in,” Molly smirks. “We’re taking all of ’em? Even the stuffed bear ones?” Bill says. “Every last wrap—those designer dolls fetch a fortune online,” Molly says.