Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBFGEGSBKRP00XBMHVJ0XNE

Molly checked her reflection in the very dark window. Bill nervously straightened his wig. "The clown will distract them," Molly said, pointing at the backyard. "He looked angry," Bill whispered. "He had a knife." "A prop knife, Bill. The clown is part of the diversion." Molly pulled out a bag of cookies. "We need the dogs sedated." "Is that legal?" Bill asked, sweating through his tuxedo vest. "It's the principle, Bill. Now move." They crouched low, creeping toward the porch light. Balloons bobbed violently in night breeze, like tiny colorful ghosts guarding the loot. Bill checked his watch. Ten minutes. If the cake doesn't work, the dog wakes up, the alarm triggers, and we go to jail for stealing a teddy bear. Molly smirked, pulling out a pair of lockpicks made from straws. "We don't go to jail. We become the gift givers of the underworld." "Oh," Bill said. "What about laser grid?" "There is no laser grid, Bill. Just party." "A party?" "A birthday. It's the cover." "I hate birthdays." "Just do it." "Are you sure?" "I am positive." "Okay." "Wait here." "Okay." "Let's go." They entered quietly now. "It was easy." Door opened. "The lights stayed off."