Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBG7XV33WQDJEBJ1WH0YZKH

Molly adjusted her disguise, peering through the living room window where colorful balloons bobbed above a mountain of wrapped paper. Bill checked his watch, grimacing at the second hand ticking toward the quick cake cutting. They wore matching neon tracksuits that smelled of chlorine and pizza. The blueprints taped to Bill’s forehead depicted a ventilation shaft leading to the mantelpiece. Inside, the hostess hummed a nursery rhyme while cutting a three-tiered sponge cake decorated with dinosaurs. Molly wiped sweat from her forehead, ruining the powder makeup she’d applied over her nose to simulate a runny snot. Plan clear. Infiltrate during the piñata strike. Swap the gift bags with identical empty ones. Adrenaline pumped through Bill’s veins like carbonated soda. He felt the heavy sack. It was heavy with possibility and greed. Molly signaled with three fingers. The air conditioning unit rattled above them. A stray cat yowled from the hedge, startled by the flash of flashlights. Bill stepped back. Molly nodded, checking the lockpicking set in her pocket. They slipped through the back door. Bill whispered, 'Are we really ready to do this today?' 'Yes,' she said, 'Just go get the bags quickly now.' 'Please.' 'Okay. Yes.' 'Go! Now.'