Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAT6F6ME5EHXJ4VF135ADF

The neon glow of a flickering neon sign cast long shadows over the alley as Molly adjusted her gloves, her breath fogging in the cold night air. "Alright, Bill, we’re stealing a kid’s birthday party. That’s either the dumbest or smartest thing we’ve ever done." Bill leaned against a dumpster, cracking his knuckles. "Smartest. Kids don’t even notice when you’re there. They’re too busy screaming about the cake and the clown." "Or the clown *is* the problem," Molly muttered, eyeing the inflatable palm tree outside the venue. "What if the security’s a guy in a rubber nose?" Bill grinned. "Then we’re stealing from a guy in a rubber nose. That’s a win." "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for not checking the guest list for any ex-convicts." "Relax. The only ex-con here is the guy who runs the bounce house. Trust me, he’s harmless." Molly crossed her arms. "You’re saying we’re breaking into a party where the biggest threat is a guy who’s probably just really bad at his job?" "Exactly. And if we’re quick, we’ll be in and out before the parents even realize their kids have turned into tiny, sugar-fueled tornadoes." Molly sighed, pulling out a tiny notepad. "Alright, new plan. We go in through the kitchen—" "—where the food’s the best," Bill interrupted. "—and grab the presents from under the tree. But we *do not* touch the piñata. That thing’s got a history." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A history?" Molly nodded. "Last time I saw that thing, it was in a dumpster behind a carnival. I think it’s cursed." Bill burst out laughing. "You’re the one who stole it from the carnival." "Details!" Molly snapped. "Just don’t let it drop on your head." Bill wiped his eyes. "Deal. But if we get caught, I’m telling everyone you were the one who suggested this." Molly smirked. "And if we get caught, you’re the one who suggested we wear matching Santa hats." Bill groaned. "I *hate* you."